I do not like Tennersee. I do not like orange. I do not like the Tennersee volunteers. I do not like the Tennersee Titans. Why? Because they are in Tennersee, and I do not like Tennersee, The BamaTodd I am.
But I do like that Derrick Henry guy the Titans have now.
I do not like orange. Bright orange, neon orange, burnt orange neutral orange, and especially that ridiculous pale orange that looks like they had a shirt and left it in the back window of the car for the summer and it faded. What kind of dumbass conducts this kind of experiment to determine a jersey color?
I do not like words that rhyme with “orange.”
I do not like the Tennesee River, or the mountain man. No way in hell we get together even if we can.
I don’t like Tennersee Walking Horses. I like horses that run.
I do not like the Tennessee Smokey Mountains. They even make me dislike Smokey the Bear. However, those Little Smokies smoked sausages are pretty damn good.
I don’t like Tennessee Ernie Ford. Ernie on Sesame Street is much better. And he drives a Corvette.
I don’t like to take home a package of Tennersee Pride. Instead, I leave it at the store and chose Ziegler’s Sausage. My tasty sausage balls deserve Bama’s finest blended pig meat.
I do not like Tennersee whiskey. I prefer Kentukky Bourbon and it is obviously better, as they named a street after it near the location of many Alabama Championship victories.
Who in the hell makes whiskey in a dry county? That’s just fukkin’ stupid.
I do not like the Tennersee Stud, nor do I like the Tennersee Flat Top Box.
But I do love Johnny Cash. He even knew better than to like Tennersee—that’s why he spent most of his days at his home in Jamaica. Ya mon.
I do not like orange pants. Are you kidding me?
I don’t like that song, “Tennessee” by Arrested Development. Why? Why in the hell do you think? It’s called TENNESSEE!! Wycliff, And, is Arrested Development a TV show or a hip-hop group? You see, Tennersee can even confuse us with stuff like that.
I do not like Peyton Manning. QB’s should have a forehead, not a five-head.
I do not like the orange Gatorade. I only drink the green. Well, sometimes the Blue Frost is good too.
I do not like Fil Phulmer. He can kiss my ass.
I used to not like Lane Kiffin. Now I do. And I have always like Layla Kiffin...
I do not like orange juice. I drink my vodka straight. In fact, I do not like any citrus fruit, because you can’t spell “citrus” without UT.
I do not like Dollywood. Although back in the day, Dolly would have probably given me wood.
I do not like Bush’s Baked Beans, kidney beans, red beans, or chili beans. Their company/factory is in Knoxville. Another reason why that place smells like a big fart.
I do not like the Justin P. Wilson Cumberland Trail State Park.
I DO like the John P. Wilson-led 41-17 victory over the hillbillies in 2007. He was 32-46 for 363 yards and 3TD’s. And easily the most beautiful man in the stadium that day. How you do like me now, bitches?!
I do not like to play checkers. It reminds me of the ridiculous end zones in that nasty stadium.
I do not like the grandmother who shouted F-bombs at me as I left their nasty stadium during a game in the 90’s. An extremely classy act, as she held the hand of her 9 or 10-year old grandson.
I also do not like the jackasses that spit on us from above the portal as we left.
I do not like Bill Dance and his ugly-ass hat with the T on it.
I do not like Davy Crockett. Daniel Boone was a much better pioneer
I do not like how they name all of their cities something-ville. You know, like Nashville, Knoxville, and Memphisville.
I do not like the Tennersee Lottery. If you win, they give you chickens to barter with instead of money.
I do not like the Tennersee Aquarium. The aquarium at my dentist's office is much better.
I do not like Al Gore. He is from Tennersee and invented Global Warming. Which is a lie. His pants are on fire.
I do not like volunteers. If I need something done, I’ll pay someone to do it.
I do not like the rumor that Tennerseeans are sometimes referred to as Butternuts, a tag which was first applied to Tennersee soldiers during the Civil War because of the tan color of their uniforms. Actually, it is because they like to rub butter on their nuts.
I do not like to stick a hose up my ass and pour booze in it. Wait--let me rephrase that--I WILL not stick a hose up my ass for ANYTHING. I will drink my booze like a man, in the mouth, and reserve my A-hole for pooping.
I do not like Chattanooga. Have you EVER driven through Chattanooga when the traffic wasn't just ridiculous? Why, you may ask? Because some dumbass Tennersee engineer built the city around rivers and choo-choos instead of the modern day automobile.
I do not like to dance the Tennersee Waltz. I’d rather put on my boogie shoes and do The Hustle. Because we hustle like the Crimson Tide. And every day I’m hustlin’.
I do not like Butch Jones. He's about to get his orange as$ whipped.
I DO like Julio Jones. He's the greatest half-Puerto Rican player ever to suit up for the Tide.
I do not like Tennersee’s ridiculous luck with their Hail Bubba pass vs Gawga. Kirby, you should have had your guys knock it down.
I used to like Alvin Kamara. Now I don’t. Why? Because he used to wear Crimson, and now he’s a hillbilly.
I also don’t like Alvin’s name. His name should be Alvin Camaro, and his jersey number should be Z28.
I do not like Jalen Hurd. He plays running back for Tennersee.
I DO like Jalen Hurts. He plays quarterback for The University of Alabama.
No, I do not like Tennersee, not at all. I do not like Tennersee, summer spring or fall. Winter too. I would not like them on a boat, and I know they like to fuc# goats. I would not like them on a train; I look forward to bringing them pain. I do not like them in the day, I do not like them in the night. I do not like their team, I do not like their state. To beat them, I cannot wait. They disgust me. I DO NOT LIKE TENNERSEE, The BamaTodd I am.
Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth. Roll Tide.
So it is written, so it shall be.