"Holy fuck this place blows." -Everybody else
There's a gentle wind rolling over the Nebraskan prairie. If you stop and listen long enough, in between the roar of an engine escaping the state on I-76 and the soul-crushing desolation echoing over endless fields of corn, you can sometimes make out what the wind is whispering. Would you like to know what the wind says?
Get fucked Nebraska.
Yes Nebraska. The time has come once again for your beloved football team to get shucked in the cornhole.
Come Saturday evening, the Northwestern Wildcats will fuck you in the Lil' Red. And we don't mean your mascot, who happens to have a lower BMI than 78% of your state.
The game will be even more of an embarrassment than Bill Callahan's tenure. Don't say we didn't warn you when Taylor Martinez gets obliterated like the 15 Plains Indian tribes indigenous to your shithole taint of a state. And your blackshirt defense? Expect for Venric Mark to obliterate it like the Kansas-Nebraska Act decimated national unity.
To be honest, we're kind of surprised that you're coming back for more after we fucked you so spectacularly last year. We would have thought Husker coach Ron Brown would have said something about the Kain Colter-induced sodomy he had to witness in Lincoln.
Having spent multiple hours in
absolute hell the municipality of North Platte, Nebraska, I feel fully qualified in saying that your state deserves what will be it's greatest disappointment since, well, last year. Seriously, any state that has a unicameral legislature and repeatedly lost to the University of Colorado has this coming. Especially when your greatest claim to fame is being the source for the title track of the eighth best Bruce Springsteen album.
Have you ever slapped yourself in the face with an Omaha Steak? Because the resulting bruise is a pretty decent approximation of what Chi Chi Ariguzo's saltstick will leave on your collective backfield tomorrow.
Prepare to be fucked like William Jennings Bryan in... everything really. We understand that your two main exports are tumbleweed and flatness, but hopefully you'll be able to scrap enough money together to get drunk and listen to Bright Eyes to help you feel better about getting so entirely fucked by the real NU.
Get fucked Nebraska.