(Shop 401 at West Virginia, thanks for fucking up the Liberty Bell outside the mall in Morgantown)
Under Rich Rodriguez, West Virginia is sustaining success like never before. The Mountaineers have now won 38 games over the last four years, the most in any four-year period in school history. A Big East championship and pieces of two others have also come in that time, and it’s not about to stop. Whatteam could not win 38 games in four years with a candy schedule like the Eers play? Geez, gimme a fucking break, ESPN’s hype machine has started early this year [Athlon]. I can’t wait to hear Mark May and Lou Holtz drool (literally) over the Big East.

(Can’t they find some tourists to cheer for WVU? The only good looking women in West Virginia are tourists)
Why Dear Lord do we have to put up with this shit again? It is Thursday night football coming at us with all of the fury of a Valtrex pill. I can’t say enough bad things about Big East Football, I really can’t. Georgia? Georgia’s name is on the blame line for empowering the mid majors [Louisville]. Fuck, I am embarrassed for the Dawgs. Listen to these Colin Cowherd podcasts as he completely ass-rape West Virginia.
Change that, it is more embarrassing to be a West Virginia fan. Shit that was awful. I guess the truth hurts Big Easters..Hope you make it to a real BCS Bowl against a Big Boy school. [Rutgers]

(West Virginia rations electricity)
That’s right, you know that you people are backwardsass country fucks when an SEC blog makes fun of your country ass. WVU? Suck it. Slow down country ass, breathe deep and repeat after me, The SEC is Clearly Superior
VERSE 1:
There’s no place that I’d rather be than right here
With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The bar-maid is mad ’cause some guy made a pass
The juke box is playin’ there stands the glass
And the cig-a-rette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
VERSE 2:
A cow-boy is cus-sin’ the pin-ball ma-chine
A drunk at the bar is get-tin’ nois-y and mean
And, some guy on the phone says i’ll be home soon dear
Red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer
CHORUS:
No we don’t fit in with that white col-lar crowd
We’re a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud
There’s no place that I’d rath-er be than right here
With my red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer
VERSE 3:
The sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side
The four thir-ty crowd is a-bout to ar-rive
The sun’s go-in’ down and we’ll all soon be here
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
REPEAT CHORUS:
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There’s no place that I’d rather be than right here
With my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer




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