Clemscum running to tattle to teacher only fuels my fire

Little Clemmy runs furious at the last minute, breathless.
MISS TEACHER MISS TEACHER!!!


*snotty crying.*

"The the the big boy in the back of the class...from the big boy state...well when he was at his last school, I heard he got detention, but he switched schools so he never served it, so now you have to give it to him before he beats me up, and takes my lunch money..."


Clemscum...you disgust me.


But you know what it's fine. Because what you lit is the fuse on a stick of dynamite you can't put out.

Remember this little nugget of billboard material?


Well...thanks. Now, the real Tigers are coming and you think you stopped them because you used your red tape to tie their shoelaces.
You know what, you sniveling little snits?


Now the hits are gonna be THAT MUCH HARDER! THAT MUCH CRUELER!


And just you wait for that fire in the second half. I think you'll find someone is going to want to play and say...







Oh, and to the feckless fricks at the NCAA