I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
But fuck all that shit. Here's Ed Orgeron firing some bitches up at the Tennessee Women's Clinic.
The original Wordsworth poem would have been so much better with that as its intro, especially if they'd had embeddable Youtube in the late 18th century. As Clay notes, this is comedic perfection, and further proof that Ed Orgeron clearly breathes twice the oxygen per inhalation as any other person on earth. If four word, two part crowd participation phrases were Nobel prizes, Ed Orgeron could call up Linus Pauling in hell and tell him just what a bitch he was for only having two to his credit.
(HT: Clay, of course.)
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