I can't find the proper picture to accurately describe this statement of how I feel, so I'll just let it all out here.
Took the last football game. Swept the series in basketball.
GO! GO ON! GET THE eff OUT! And STAY the eff out. You self important pieces of collie worshiping, cadet hazing, unable to build a proper bonfire, 12th man pieces of crap.
And when you wake up after that drunken stupor tonight, just know that along with a nice firm kick in your collective junk, that it was K-STATE that ground pounded your asses until it resembled a butter churn, and that it was K-STATE that left that crusty pearl necklace on your collective tits.
eff you, eff the alamo, eff your alumni, and eff you once more.
Here, [tosses a towel to aTm], clean yourself up. Alabama's at the door. They "got next".