Fellow Hokies,
This Friday we face our most hated, crispy rival. In a game more heated than a toaster our Hokies take on that crusty group of zima-sipping toast-eaters. I'm not worried though. Beating Hoos is our bread and butter. Our offense will simply spread them out, then jam the ball up the middle. Meanwhile our Lunch Pail Defense will come to feast on our slightly crunchy foes. We'll preserve the lead while the cavalier crowd turns the color of avocado with envy. They'll be totally jelly of our high-scoring, hard-hitting ways.
The heat of a game lasts a full 60 minutes, and just like the slice of toast our opponents revere, by the end of the match the Hoos will be nothing but a dried out, tasteless husk of themselves. Us Hokies, however, are more like a fresh batch of yeast rolls...put us in the oven and we rise to the occasion.
So in conclusion: Hokies are Champs, Hoos are Toast.
Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll.

Comments
They're French toast.
ftfy
I had a line about Cam Phillips dunking on loluva cornerbacks like he dunks his french toast in maple syrup, but I couldn't fit it in
I'm so pissed at GT. Beating the hoos is always more fun when it keeps them from going bowling.
clears throat FUCK UVA
The bolding helps, but I would still prefer you use a comma right there. 😳
FUCK, UVA, AND, GRAMMAR,
To quote Futurama's Scruffy, The Janitor, "Oh, marmalade!"
Hmm, I don't feel too good about some of this overconfidence.
basically uva
This is my favorite thing you've ever posted. Big ol' leg and let's leave them the heel tonight
warm buttery toast
Can't believe I hadn't heard of that inspirational toaster before. What a great idea but it should have been a cupcake pan because
toastLoluva reminds me of this fine creation.'Hoos up for Shit on a shingle?