I hate UGA.

If UGA was playing Al Qaeda, I'd root for the terrorists. (lifted from the Hive)

If attending UGA classes was the cure for cancer, I would still burn the campus to the ground, given the chance.

If God selected the doggie nation as his new chosen people, I would gladly pull a Milton and enjoy Hell.

I would rather own this thing than an English Bulldog.

I would rather be beaten, tarred, and feathered, than put on a single piece of UGA clothing, even if it did come from the nice Wal-Mart on the other side of town.

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