re: What's your best Alabama LSU joke?

A day after his 10th birthday, Little Corndog sat on the back steps of his family shack sipping a Bud lite and smoking a Marlboro while contemplating life, cheating, all sorts of collusion and holding, so, so much holding. Life wasn't fair. He wasn't old enough to remember 9-6. All he had knowed was the misery of losing and all that damn holding.

Then he got himself an idea; wondered why it never come to him before. So he finished off the Bud, thumped the cig into the dirt and walked around the piles of scrap iron in the back yard and jumped the fence into his neighbors yard, went into his shed, stole a can of white paint and a can of red spray paint. Then he jumped the plank fence back into his own back yard.

There, he stripped off his clothes and painted his whole body white and spray painted a big red A on his chest. Satisfied with his art work, he went inside looking for another cig and Bud lite.

His momma was in the kitchen frying up some gator tail for supper and looked up as Little Corndog walked in and pure rage filled her eyes.

"Boy, what ta frick did you done do?" she screamed.
"Imma Bama fan now," he replied with a big smile.

Momma Corndog grabbed up a stick of stove wood, grabbed him by the arm and commenced to wear him out. "Oh, no you don't. You ain't bringing that cheating, colluding, holding shite in my house," she growled. "And get your on damn cigarettes. Stay outta mine."

Sniffling, angry about his momma's holding, Little Corndog shuffled into the living room where his daddy Corndog was skinning catfish. Daddy Corndog whipped out his belt, grabbed Little Corndog by the arm and commenced to beating him.

"Boy, don't you dare bring that cheating, colluding, ref buying shite in my house. I made you! I can't take you out! And get your own damn beer! Sta outta mine!"

Now crying, Little Corndog walked out onto the front stoop just as grandpaw Corndog walked up. Grandpaw Corndog didn't say nothing. He just balled up his fist and punched Little Corndog in the face, knocking him on his arse and stormed into the shack.

Little Corndog crawled to his feet, blew the blood out of his nose and sat down on the front steps, crying.
His cousin and future wife walked up smoking a Pall Mall, looked him over and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Little Corndog looked up and said, "I been a Bama fan five minutes and I done hate Corndogs....and Grandpaw was targeting."