Pay for a bag of chips? You fucking kidding me?
You think I came to a major football institution near a fucking swamp to pay for a gotdamn bag of chips?
Urban didn't say shit about paying for no fuckin' sea salt 'n vinegar, motha trucka.
What's that? Just a dollar? Yeah well I've got six and a half fucking sacks, boy. I'm third on the team with 62 tackles including 11 and a half for loss, son.
How 'bout you keep strokin' that Chia pet behind your fucking counter and be glad I'm eating my grinder in your gotdamn shop.
As soon as I get that seventh sack believe me, I'm out of this shit sauna. Mawfuckin' Jared has got a seven-up policy over there.
You want me to leave now? How 'bout I give you a fucking pastrami mustache. BAM. More? Here are some fuckin' styrofoam denchers you gotdamn toothless bogmongrel.
Go fuck a lillypad in the Everglades.
Shit, bro. Cops! Let's bolt back to the dorms.
Florida starter Cunningham arrested for food fight [Sports Illustrated]
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