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Auburn, no one likes you. No one wants to go to your school, you are just everyone's perennial back up when they get denied from their first choice.
Getting a degree from Auburn is like getting a second high school degree. What's the point?
Taking a sociology class at Auburn is easier than getting an oil change.
Cow tipping is the most prized past time on the plains.
And, your coach looks like Ross Perot.
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Oh yeah, then there's the whole thing about you being incapable of choosing a mascot.
2 comments:
I believe The Bear put it best...
"Cow College".
Just wait until my next post. You'll get a kick out of the livestock.
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