Originally posted by Smackum: While I acknowledge your truly dedicated hatred of the pond scums that live in gunsville, I believe I have you beat.
I hated those bastages from the moment I was concieved and deposited in my momma's womb.
I would climb the highest mountain, crawl across the Sahara Desert, stark naked, at high noon, just to piss on one of their graves. My hatred for any and all in puke orange and blue is legendary. Just ask 64.
I get ill when I read someone say the following, "My gator friend". Every time I hear it, I want to go postal. You have no friends if you are desperate enough to have one of those knuckle-dragging, depends wearing, mustache growing (otherwise known as crash pads for high speed cser's) jort loving, mullet designing, blunt passing, circle-jerking mofo's.