mizzoukills, this thread brought a tear to my eye and makes me well up with pride. Glorious is our yankeehood, more glorious still shall be our yankdom when we stand victorious once again and the South is but a blazing, barren wasteland. I do so pity the fools in this thread who are so overly confident of their ability to rebuff our advancing horde. For you see, my poor, linear family tree derived, Dixie friends, Mr. 'kills has been kind enough to not yet reveal to you our "ringer", our nuke, our ace in the hole, the enforcer of Mizzou athletics who shall lay waste to your lands. No, not DGB. Sorry, not Phil Pressey. No, not the StayPuft Marshmellow Man. Not even the original nuke dropper himself, Missouri native Harry Truman. No, dear misguided Southerners, your fate is much worse than that. For venturing forth toward you bedecked in black and gold (and Nike anthracite gray) shall be none other than.....SODA POPINSKI!!

Oh yes...HIM. The Behemoth. He who can not only lay waste to your homelands and K.O. Little Mac at the same time...he will do both while drinking that which every God fearing Southerner knows in his heart of hearts should be called a "coke"...BUT HE WILL REFER TO IT AS "POP". He shall sever your heads and spit "pop" all over your headless corpses. He will rape your wimmens and make them suck "pop" from his super-long necked bottle. He will indoctrinate your young ones through fear and fisticuffs, so that when he is finished, every surviving man, woman and child from the coasts of Carolina to hills of Arkinsaw shall know that bubbling, carbonated, delicious beverage manufactured in Atlanta as just one thing and one thing only...SODA POP.

Maniacal laugh...

This post was edited on 6/5/12 at 3:41 pm