Posts Tagged ‘Lane Kiffin’

Scent of a Skunkbear

November 12, 2009

– One month ago: one pass from a win over Southern Cal. Today: complaining about cheap shots from Navy. How the mediocre have fallen.

Last night’s Volunteer Prius crime spree has prompted a name change to college football’s most prestigious off-season award. EDSBS’ Orson Swindle has announced that . . .

The Fulmer Cup is now “The Tostitos Fulmer Cup, Sponsored By Lane Kiffin and Cash Money Records.”

Just a guess, but we think Phil Fulmer is more of a Doritos kind of guy.


– And finally . . .  CAT FIGHT!!


Are You Kiffin Me?

February 6, 2009

Yes, I’ve come out of hibernation and not a minute too soon. Allow me to take the wheel and steer this 1989 Skunkbears LaBaron away from this Bonerfest for 18 year old boys known as “recruiting”.

Next stop, rednecks! Now, as we well know, if there’s one thing that gets SEC fans excited it’s loud noises. If there are two things, it’s talking smack and loud noises. Three? Loud noises, talking smack, and not caring how wrong they are.  Congratulations, Lane Kiffin, you are now part of the tribe.


For those of you who haven’t heard, Tennessee’s Kiffin decided to call out subUrban Meyer on a recruiting rule that Kiffin apparently made up. Mr. Kiffin was quite proud and even called Meyer a cheater. Now, oversigning recruits on a yearly basis aside, I assure you, Florida has done nothing wrong. So, Lane, welcome to college ball; sadly this is not your playground game of four-square that you can jump-in, create new rules immediately to come out on top, and smirk like an asshole.

While it was a ballsy move for a man who seems like he would be frightened by the sound of his own gas, at the end of the day, he’s still wrong. Kiffin went on to speak about how Obama is ineligible for presidency because of his Kenyan citizenship, and how we won the Vietnam war, even though the man in the black pajamas cheated, too.

So I give you, skunkbears vocabulary word of the day:

to kiffin: an exuberant proclamation of ones own pride and derogation directed at a superior, all while still being steadfastly inakkrit*.  (see: gundy vocab)*

Keep reading, Skunkbear Millionaires.