Domedriver

Stomp da Kitties! Win big HORNS!

Suffers from acute ig nor ass syndrome.

Jeff Fisher needs to be repeatedly fuck in the ass by a whole pen of stanky pigs and be left to wallow in the pen of shit til death.

STOMP SOME STINKY KITTY! TEXAS!

Hook’em Horns Julius!

I think they should just turn all football around. Make everyone line up ass facing ass, and only allow ass tackling, ass blocking, and everyone needs to run backwards while sticking their asses out, and any non ass contact is a flag.

Texas 42 Kitties 13

Bunch of folks going to be shaving in the morning. Sads

Fear the Beard!

I was there, drove out from Denver to support the team after a bad loss to OUSUXs. They stuck us in the Endzone and the place smelled like cow shit as, when the wind blows from the north, it is ode de stockyard. I was like on the 2nd row and the only thing that was great is us Longhorns screaming our damn fool heads off when KState was marching to score the game winner. We were so loud that we caused KState to take a delay of the game penalty. They then had to go for the FG and we blocked and won! Us fans made a difference that day. I hope we have some show up this Sat and make a difference again! Stomp the Kitties! OUSuxs!

Fuck Chip Brown in his stanky ass with a machete!

We put a lot of pressure on the Toady QB today. He was a big part of it. Patterson game planned both our ends. So deal with it because toad doing that let others get through.

No pizza bitches! In.

Throw it deep to LJH

God must love us again!

.push their froggy shit in!

The Hawk is reborn!

Headless Chicken

Cheating Toad, that was a push off.

Sterns, the second coming of the Hawk!

We win cause... No pizza today bitches!

Where is the Bevo Elevator? He needs a platform so he can see the game and we can see him!

Yeah, ‘88. We won something like 21-20 to a very inferior team. We made the radio call as a “Disturbance in the North Endzone.” North Texas score but nobody was watching the game!

I got in a rumble in DKR back in ‘87 against what was then North Texas State. We had some drunk frat punks from North Texas take seats in the row behind us and they were very drunk and obnoxious, whistling, screaming cursing, flopping around, almost gets into it with folks behind them, and after he kicked me in my back a couple of times, I asked him i he could “Mellow out a little?” He immediately put me in a head lock from behind and before I could do anything, my buddy ripped him off of me. My buddy was a very compact 5’7” athlete, and had the guy by the scruf of his neck and was bashing his face into the underside of the bench behind me. The drunk frat’s buddy did not like me flagging the police and took a swing at me. Now I am not small, nor compact. I am 6’2” 195 lbs professional rock climber/mountaineer who had been weight training and climbing all summer. It was a great pleasure to land 6 of the best round house punches I have ever landed. And a round house from me comes all the way from West Texas as I have an almost 6’8” wing span. I had the guy by his shirt and was about to break his nose with a hammer fist when the police wrapped me up. Just like this time, the Police interviewed the folks around us and I heard this old lady tell them, “The boy there is drunk and cursing and causing problems. He attacked that big guy, and that little guy yanked him off and beat him up!” They arrested the North Texas punks and we got to see us win a lackluster game in the last 2 minutes... Down on San Jac, an old man in a Longhorn suit came up and said, “Son let me shake your hand, you were the best part of the first half!” A righteous beat down of the enemy is always very satisfying!