re: Corndog conversation for the off-season?

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Just going to drop this here for those interested. Fat stink

With a username like “Sabinbear”, I bet you like to suck dick don’t you?

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Why does your finger smell like you sisters snatch?

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First, it's cousins, not sisters for Bama. The sister frickers root for West Georgia or universities located in hillbilly country.

Second, why are you smelling his fingers?

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Am I wrong?

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Your olfactory is fricked from sniffing farts.

how are those family bath's going at your house once a month?

because the family orgy starts every weekend night at 7PM sharp............

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Smell her skin during heated sweating

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She has her significant other stapled on her front end.

But eating many corn dogs could be her weight problem or she has at least 6 Bama fans inside her uni.

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My theory..opposing fans visit LSU's campus during game day, and LSU fans, having by far the best indigenous cuisine of any fanbase, are busy frying fish, boudin, alligator, etc.

The standard hick SEC fan doesn't know good food. Most fried food smells similarly when being cooked. So, they associate the fried food smell of LSU tailgates with corndogs, which they are used to smelling at county fairs and monster truck shows

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That's a good theory but, it isn't true. Coonies are called corn dogs because they love corn dogs.

About 3 years ago, my brother-in-law was down in Cocodrie buying a boat. While he was in the parking lot of Coco Marina, a muskrat crawled up in his engine while he was away from the truck.

By the time he got back on 56 heading north, just a street away, the fan kicked on and this muskrat fricked everything up. It knocked the belts off, damaged the radiator, etc... I was in New Orleans waiting on him to get back when I get the call to come down and get the boat he had just purchased.

When I arrive, there are about 10 coonies surrounding his truck, maybe 8 teeth between them, they all looked like hardcore meth addicts.

I get out and all I hear is corn dog, corn dog, corn dog. They were demanding corn dogs from him. I asked him wtf was happening and he tells me that these CleLSU fans thought he had come all the way down there to take their corn dogs away.

They all had pocketfuls of empty corn dog sticks and were using them to beat on his truck and try to crack the window. The aroma of corn dogs was so thick and overpowering that I had to cover my face with my shirt as I got out to help him escape the CleLSU'ers.

As I approached his truck, corn dog sticks came flying at me so thick as to blot out the sun but, I preserved and pressed on.

Before leaving my truck, I had already located a picture of Nick Saban and pulled it up on my phone. Thank God I did this ahead of time because by the time I made it to his truck, I was a little wobbly from the sticks hitting me like thousands of little missiles.

We almost didn't make it back to my truck, and would not have made it, if not for that photo. I yanked the phone out of my pocket as I felt all the energy draining from my body and held up Nick's image and the coonies fell silent.

I started screaming to them that Nick commands you to go away and fight for corn dogs another day. Nick commands you to go away and fight for corn dogs another day. Nick commands you to go away and fight for a corn dog another day.

After I chanted this three times, they all ran back to the swamp and we were safe.

It was a close call that day but, a chance you always take in Louisiana.