DC - "Yippee ki-yay mother fucker!!!! Tell me I'm not an offensive genius. Did you see that shit? I'm actually going to copyright my gameplan and sell it on EBAY. I'll make millions!"
TB - "Well, I guess a win is a win, but shit Dave, it was Hawaii for God's sake. You are an offensive genius all right. Your defense is about as offensive as it gets."
DC - "What do you mean by that, you Opie Taylor looking fuck."
TB - "You don't have a defense Dave. The only reason Hawaii didn't score more is they tripped over the bodies lying on the field."
DC - "Bull shit Tommy. Why you flipping me shit? Christ, if I was Heath you would be extending my contract and your hand to rub my genitals."
TB - "Dave, I knew Heath Schroyer, and you are no Heath Schroyer."
DC - "What the fuck are you talking about Tommy Boy? Hell no I'm no Heath Schroyer. I don't have near the potty mouth that fucker had. All those hair transplants starting to scramble your brains? I thought you would be talking contract extension and pay raise after that offensive explosion and here you are flipping me shit. I don't get it. You said average works great for Wyoming, and we are literally one game from being average!! Jesus, talk about moving the bar. The next thing you are going to tell me is you want us to go 7-5 next year."
TB - "Well I'm getting a lot of pressure from the Board, and I'm afraid if things don't go well at USU, both of us might be in trouble. Hell, I may have to ask Cornpoke from Wyonation for a fucking job."
DC - "Shit Tom, you would move to Pinedale and sell cars?"
TB - "Beats going to Provo and being in charge of beer concessions at Lavell Edward Stadium.:
DC - "Uh, I don't think they sell beer in Provo."
TB - "Aw, shit!! That head hunter told me that job was mine for the taking."
DC - "Well Tomsky, good luck with all of that. I'm headed down to the Buck. I'm meeting the whole team. We are going to roast a pig, have some Chi, and fuck with our new traveling trophy."
TB - "Chi? Isn't that some kind of zen Chinese thing?"
DC - "No you fucking idiot. Chi is made from coconut, muddled basil leaves, fresh pineapple, pineapple juice, and Maui’s Ocean organic vodka. Christ, even the kids at BYU know that. Gotta run Tommy. As the Chinese say, a filthy mouth will not utter decent language. Now that shit's funny."
TB - "Well, I guess a win is a win, but shit Dave, it was Hawaii for God's sake. You are an offensive genius all right. Your defense is about as offensive as it gets."
DC - "What do you mean by that, you Opie Taylor looking fuck."
TB - "You don't have a defense Dave. The only reason Hawaii didn't score more is they tripped over the bodies lying on the field."
DC - "Bull shit Tommy. Why you flipping me shit? Christ, if I was Heath you would be extending my contract and your hand to rub my genitals."
TB - "Dave, I knew Heath Schroyer, and you are no Heath Schroyer."
DC - "What the fuck are you talking about Tommy Boy? Hell no I'm no Heath Schroyer. I don't have near the potty mouth that fucker had. All those hair transplants starting to scramble your brains? I thought you would be talking contract extension and pay raise after that offensive explosion and here you are flipping me shit. I don't get it. You said average works great for Wyoming, and we are literally one game from being average!! Jesus, talk about moving the bar. The next thing you are going to tell me is you want us to go 7-5 next year."
TB - "Well I'm getting a lot of pressure from the Board, and I'm afraid if things don't go well at USU, both of us might be in trouble. Hell, I may have to ask Cornpoke from Wyonation for a fucking job."
DC - "Shit Tom, you would move to Pinedale and sell cars?"
TB - "Beats going to Provo and being in charge of beer concessions at Lavell Edward Stadium.:
DC - "Uh, I don't think they sell beer in Provo."
TB - "Aw, shit!! That head hunter told me that job was mine for the taking."
DC - "Well Tomsky, good luck with all of that. I'm headed down to the Buck. I'm meeting the whole team. We are going to roast a pig, have some Chi, and fuck with our new traveling trophy."
TB - "Chi? Isn't that some kind of zen Chinese thing?"
DC - "No you fucking idiot. Chi is made from coconut, muddled basil leaves, fresh pineapple, pineapple juice, and Maui’s Ocean organic vodka. Christ, even the kids at BYU know that. Gotta run Tommy. As the Chinese say, a filthy mouth will not utter decent language. Now that shit's funny."
