Suck it, fuck-oes! I lack class, ethics, hygiene, tact, diction and people who love me but one thing I don’t is a Coach of the Year Award. It feels so good in my bindle. All the other guys down at the train yard will be jealous of my big trophy. I wonder how it’ll burn in a big metal trash can?

Mumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumble.