I sent this this morning - FUTex
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His Excellency Cai-Goran Alexander Stubb
President, Presidentti, President-a-Rama
The Most High and Regal Worshipful Helsinkiness
Mäntyniemi Palace
Veklahdentie 361, 02400 Kirkkonummi, Suomi
FINLAND
Dear President Stubb,
As you probably gathered I made a trip to Helsinki last month on urgent business to speak with you about the upcoming Furman Paladins game against those bastages Ol’ Miss Rebels. Alas, we seemed to have missed each other, your offices being surrounded by a bunch of toadies and yes-men who just wouldn’t listen to reason. And that Sergeant Korhonen – that guy has no sense of humor.
First let me say I really like the photos of you available online. You look like the kinda guy that could really open up a can if you wanted to. You look like a young Simo Hayha. I’d like to have a set of Alexander Stubb action figures. And I wouldn’t just keep them in their original packaging. No sir. I’d play with them just about every day.
That Mantyniemi Palace sure looks nice, at least what I could see of it from the road. All I could get a good look at was rocks and trees and stone walls and that dang guard house. I don’t know if you know this, but the man out front turns people away who drive up to it. I explained I was just dropping in for a cup of joe and to talk football, but he wouldn’t listen. “No”, he said, I had to go away. I even showed him my documents, like my really expensive plane ticket and my Paladin Club sticker, but he was being such an A.
The Parliament building in Helsinki, the Eduskunta Riksdag I think they call it in the local lingo, was another HUGE waste of time. I knew you were in there that afternoon, but could I get in to chat with you for just an hour or so? Oh no. I sang our Alma Mater. I sang it again, this next time in a higher pitch. I did a dance. They tried to put me in handcuffs when I did the F U One Time cheer. I had to run away, because they have no sense of humor and I know they knew you were in there.
Here's the deal Alex: We need to build a powerful mojo to counter the crepidation of those boys from Mississippi. We have established that beating a Myrtle Beach Vomit Eating Possum with a plastic child’s toy will build such a mojo. The element we’re missing is a super-hero to do the beating. That’s where you come in.
Picture it, my man. You in Oxford Mississippi surrounded by your pals FUBear, Cave, Fred Garvin, Davemeister, Bootie, and so on. Then you come out dressed in lederhosen, which I know is Bavarian but let’s go with it for the striking visual. Black buckled shoes, knee-high white socks, lederhosen, a fancy embroidered shirt with puffy sleeves, and a smart green pointy cap with a big feather in it. You will look resplendent, and we’ll all be hammered. You step into the possum pen, and start whacking it with a whiffle ball bat, just going full Aimo Koivunen on that thing. But its just a demonstration, cuz the possum just hisses at you. Then you get a child’s plastic golf club, and we all see the fear in those vile possum eyes as you wind up for a tee shot. WHAM WHAM WHAM. And that’s how we brew up a nasty mojo. Simple as that.
Special note: We may substitute a Darlington Vomit Eating possum in lieu of a Myrtle Beach Vomit Eater, what with the syphilis and all. I don’t think we’re going to wrangle up a Mississippi Meth possum; they’re toothless and will try to steal from you.
Yours Truly,
FUTex
Didn't think the UFFP would have me back, perhaps. Well, maybe I'm not "the norm". I don't "wear clothes that fit me". I'm not "hygienic" and "pop my white heads with a compass I used in high school".