ANGRY WORDS

THE MAN-MADE DISASTER OF VIRGINIA FOOTBALL WILL BE LIMPING INTO LANE STADIUM SATURDAY AFTERNOON. WE NEED TO BLUDGEON UVA. ANYTHING LESS THAN TEARING OFF THAT TEAM'S ONE GOOD LEG AND BATTERING THE DISABLED BODY FOR SIXTY MINUTES IN THE THUNDERDOME IS UNACCEPTABLE. I DON'T WANT THAT TEAM OR THEIR FANS LEAVING LANE STADIUM WITH A MORAL VICTORY. I WANT AN OLD FASHIONED ASS WHOOPING, LIKE THE ONE STORED IN YOUR GRANDPA'S BASEMENT NEXT TO HIS DOUBLE-U, DOUBLE-U TWO UNIFORM AND RIFLE. I WANT THEM TO DOUBT THE HIRE OF MIKE LONDON AND THE FUTURE OF THEIR PROGRAM. I WANT THEIR TURKEY TO BE DRY REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH OIL IT'S FRIED OR HOW MUCH GRAVY IS LADLED ON TOP. THEN FOR THE NEXT 365 DAYS I WANT TO RUB SALT IN THE WOUNDS.


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knuckle sandwich

I hope every ascot wearing, pigs in a blanket having, bacardi razz chugging ninny muggin that calls themselves a fan of UVA realizes on Saturday why they are second rate when it comes to things that actually matter, like manhood and football. It's easy to sit perched upon a stoop of douchebaggery screaming "culture versus agriculture" to hearts content but 60 minutes post kick off these guys will know the only hope they have to being better than us is in a scrabble tournament where even if we lose were still bangin their girl after the game. Good luck boys, give em hell.