Listen Jack, pup has never quoted Seinfeld. As I told yous alls before, while you nerdy fucks were having friens night at 8 on thursday nights, followed by smashing Seinfeld partys after, Pup was out having a grab-ass party at the local college pub... Followed by a proper pounding party at her house till weeeeee hours in the morning.
The next morning while you geekos' sat in class swapping Kramer quotes, puppy was still at her house swapping ball sauce and giner juice. What about Class? Who needs class in college. Just good looks, a personality and a concrete peeper. All things puppy has in spades.
What's up with you fags and the Seinfeld references? While the cool crowd was out banging beaver at parties on campus, you maroons were safe at home with your other cuntless friends watching and memorizing lines from Seinfeld on thursday nights (then recite them the next day after class with same said friends). Then after everybody went home, you'd crank up an episode of "friends" when nobody was watching. You know who you are. You still post stupid little Seinfeld youtube clips here every thread. Get over it already. No wonder you chimps are 40 and still single.
The first mound visit I ever made as a real life, Division I pitching corch, as I get to the mound and begin to deliver secret, very important information to my young charge, I hear, at high volume over the PA, "HELLO JERRY!"...I completely lost my train of thought, and said something to the effect of, "Throw a fucking strike, would ya?", turned and went back to the dugout, with "Hello, Newman" ringing in my ears...csb
The first mound visit I ever made as a real life, Division I pitching corch, as I get to the mound and begin to deliver secret, very important information to my young charge, I hear, at high volume over the PA, "HELLO JERRY!"...I completely lost my train of thought, and said something to the effect of, "Throw a fucking strike, would ya?", turned and went back to the dugout, with "Hello, Newman" ringing in my ears...csb
My favorite @TommySQC story was when he was managing a little league team. One day his pitcher is struggling so Tommy calls time out and heads to the mound. He starts talking to the kid, trying to pump him up. But the kid can't find the strike zone. So Tommy looks toward home plate and then says, "Alright, you see that hot chick behind home plate? Just focus on impressing her. Block out everything else. Sound good?" And the kid looks at Tommy and says, "Dude! That's my little sister!"
The first mound visit I ever made as a real life, Division I pitching corch, as I get to the mound and begin to deliver secret, very important information to my young charge, I hear, at high volume over the PA, "HELLO JERRY!"...I completely lost my train of thought, and said something to the effect of, "Throw a fucking strike, would ya?", turned and went back to the dugout, with "Hello, Newman" ringing in my ears...csb
My favorite @TommySQC story was when he was managing a little league team. One day his pitcher is struggling so Tommy calls time out and heads to the mound. He starts talking to the kid, trying to pump him up. But the kid can't find the strike zone. So Tommy looks toward home plate and then says, "Alright, you see that hot chick behind home plate? Just focus on impressing her. Block out everything else. Sound good?" And the kid looks at Tommy and says, "Dude! That's my little sister!"
The first mound visit I ever made as a real life, Division I pitching corch, as I get to the mound and begin to deliver secret, very important information to my young charge, I hear, at high volume over the PA, "HELLO JERRY!"...I completely lost my train of thought, and said something to the effect of, "Throw a fucking strike, would ya?", turned and went back to the dugout, with "Hello, Newman" ringing in my ears...csb
I swear I thought this was another Pup copypasta until I read "pitching corch."
The first mound visit I ever made as a real life, Division I pitching corch, as I get to the mound and begin to deliver secret, very important information to my young charge, I hear, at high volume over the PA, "HELLO JERRY!"...I completely lost my train of thought, and said something to the effect of, "Throw a fucking strike, would ya?", turned and went back to the dugout, with "Hello, Newman" ringing in my ears...csb
I swear I thought this was another Pup copypasta until I read "pitching corch."
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Followed by a proper pounding party at her house till weeeeee hours in the morning.
The next morning while you geekos' sat in class swapping Kramer quotes, puppy was still at her house swapping ball sauce and giner juice. What about Class? Who needs class in college. Just good looks, a personality and a concrete peeper. All things puppy has in spades.