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and tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, used car-slinging, low-life, interview-dodging, excuse-making, overstuffed, ignorant, program-killing, floppy-****ed, brainless, dlckless, hopeless, heartless, fat-***, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shlt he really is, that we can't also send you fake, puzzy-assed, juice box distributing, orange slice eating, participation trophy waiving, "ya win some ya lose some" thinking, #CanesFam fake fan fa-gots with him to whatever piece of shlt high school in New Jersey he ends up at.
This is Miami Hurricanes football, not your ******* son's stupid pop warner league. Golden isn't good enough. Just because many of you are high school dropouts too stupid to see the big picture, or are corny ******* nerds and gaylords that think rooting against Golden and not pleasuring yourself to his hair makes you less of a fan, doesn't change the truth: he's the worst head coach in Miami history.
This is a bottom line business. You produce or you are out. You win or lose.
Stuff all these ******* excuses into that binder of yours, pack up all the stupid cliches and hashtags into your Al Golden replica fupa, fold up those 63x30 pleated khakis, cram the pillars up your ***, and start heading up to Hoboken to cheer on Al Golden and his new squad -- the 135-pound Hoboken Core Values, you mediocrity-accepting nipple-dlcked pussies.
Despite your best efforts to fa-gotize Hurricanes football, true fans of what The U stands for will prevail.
This is Miami Hurricanes football, not your ******* son's stupid pop warner league. Golden isn't good enough. Just because many of you are high school dropouts too stupid to see the big picture, or are corny ******* nerds and gaylords that think rooting against Golden and not pleasuring yourself to his hair makes you less of a fan, doesn't change the truth: he's the worst head coach in Miami history.
This is a bottom line business. You produce or you are out. You win or lose.
Stuff all these ******* excuses into that binder of yours, pack up all the stupid cliches and hashtags into your Al Golden replica fupa, fold up those 63x30 pleated khakis, cram the pillars up your ***, and start heading up to Hoboken to cheer on Al Golden and his new squad -- the 135-pound Hoboken Core Values, you mediocrity-accepting nipple-dlcked pussies.
Despite your best efforts to fa-gotize Hurricanes football, true fans of what The U stands for will prevail.




