So the Westboro Baptist pukes came to WV to trample all over the memory of the 29 coal miners we lost, and they received a rowdy reception:
Other states might stage peaceful counter-protests or sing songs about unity, but you pricks come to WV spewing your bile and we’ll follow you around making large farty sounds and have our rednecks with mullets and big dips of Copenhagen scream bible verses at you while threatening you and telling you to get back home. Get your weak shit out of here.
That’s just how we roll here. And this was nothing compared to Game Day. At least here, everyone was sober.