Yes, my mother is a filthy whore. Makes sense, doesn't it, Meangreen, since she graduated from Tennessee? I mean, you're probably my father, aren't you? That would explain the hump in my back, plus this mean case of eye herpes and the webbed toes.
I'm glad that, not five seconds after Jesco White tried to save Vols fans by claiming "No one's insulted your mother," you go and insult my mother. A VOLS FAN. Jesus H. Christ, do you just go home and drink Dran-O before you stick your tongue in the light socket, or do you do it sober, you hunk of mad-cow-diseased pigslop?
Oops, gotta go, your mother's scratching at the back door again. Guess I need to let her out to do her business. You know, she craps orange and white, and sings "Rocky Top" at the height of climax? Wait, you're from Tennessee. Of course you know that.
Red and Black, Win or Lose