Don't want to rub it in John, but I'm going to.....
Oh, bite me you stinkin swine. Wish I knew how to do that big font, in your face stuff, but not yet.
Grumble, grumble, grumble, where's my stinkin elefant gun?
Dude, perhaps not today, and perhaps not tomorrow, but soon. And when it comes I will take you out for whiskeys, because they are anesthetic and you will need them, because you will be a limp piece of burnt toast that isn't worth doing in an Eggs Benedict.
But I will make you some Eggs Benedict with some nice whiskey if you ever come down here to acknowledge the general superiority of FLA football over AL football. Hell, we got 33% more letters in our name than you got in yours. Get righteous, bama boy. Bow to that Great State that's only 35 miles down the road from me.
btw, would love to meet your wife. If you can bring her, please, please do so.
Your evil twin. John
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