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It's going to be insane when FSU comes to town.
That FSU game is going to be the loudest and biggest home game since 2002. This is the game that can and will put the program back on the map.
If you're in town, have the scratch, and call yourself a canes fan, and don't at least get your ašś in the stadium for FSU, you're a cūnt.
That FSU game is going to be the loudest and biggest home game since 2002. This is the game that can and will put the program back on the map.
Not only will we beat FSU and put the program back on the map, but the talk of our terrible off campus stadium will come to an end.
It really does look like a European soccer stadium, which is a good thing. It's going to be amazing. Now, with that said, it's not the OB, it's not our own, but it is an amazing stadium (or should be) with these renovations.
The OB can suck my dyck. Place was a shythole that was empty as a typical CIS poster's head unless we had a great team.
Some of you overly nostalgic simps need to go suck on a Worthers Original and sit on grandad's knee while he waxes poetic about the good old days when blacks had to sit in the back of the bus and couldn't drink outta whitey's water fountain.
The OB can suck my dyck. Place was a shythole that was empty as a typical CIS poster's head unless we had a great team.
Some of you overly nostalgic simps need to go suck on a Worthers Original and sit on grandad's knee while he waxes poetic about the good old days when blacks had to sit in the back of the bus and couldn't drink outta whitey's water fountain.
I miss the smells.
I miss the guaranteed dings on my car from no blocky.
I miss the turds floating at my feet from overflowing toilets.
I miss that piece of concrete that fell and almost caved my skull in.
I miss stepping in vomit as I made my way to my seat.
And the delicious food! The Presidente beer to wash it down with. Those communally shared half-saliva half-vodka ****tails.
Saying fuūck it and taking a leak in a section with 50 empty rows of seats at a Rutgers game.
You just got me started.
The OB can suck my dyck. Place was a shythole that was empty as a typical CIS poster's head unless we had a great team.
Some of you overly nostalgic simps need to go suck on a Worthers Original and sit on grandad's knee while he waxes poetic about the good old days when blacks had to sit in the back of the bus and couldn't drink outta whitey's water fountain.
I miss the smells.
I miss the guaranteed dings on my car from no blocky.
I miss the turds floating at my feet from overflowing toilets.
I miss that piece of concrete that fell and almost caved my skull in.
I miss stepping in vomit as I made my way to my seat.
And the delicious food! The Presidente beer to wash it down with. Those communally shared half-saliva half-vodka ****tails.
Saying fuūck it and taking a leak in a section with 50 empty rows of seats at a Rutgers game.
You just got me started.
We must have sat bear each other because I remember a lot of those same things.