Alabama lost to Oregon in the NIL tournament. Life is a ceaseless cycle of hope and disappointment. Ducks get paid, Tide rolls out, and you’re left wondering why you ever cared. Eat curly fries. Die alone.
Eat Arby’s.
Alabama lost to Oklahoma. The crimson tide recedes, leaving behind the cold truth: victory is temporary, and the void is eternal. Eat a sandwich while you wait to die.
Eat Arby’s.
Here at Arby’s we love it when you say “can’t wait to die,” as though everything you’ve ever known is even a blip on an infinite timeline. Your entire existence and place in history as you understand it is less than nothing. Blue Collar Disconsolate.
Eat Arby’s.
Arby’s for breakfast
Arby’s at noon
Eternal oblivion
Will come for you soon
Arby’s for supper
Bama hoops didn’t win
Let our curly fry vodka
Induce you to suffer
Eat Arby’s.
Sentience is nothing but a brutal torture laden prison sentence mashed between two eternities of black nothingness.
Alabama basketball is meaningless.
Eat Arbys.
How’s your new life working out for you in the new year? Ah, still reaching for the bourbon and anti-depressants? That’s what I thought. Death is your only release from the absolute hellscape that is Alabama Basketball fandom.
Eat Arby’s.