DJ knows the story but this fuck groped my ex at an event in 2011. I told him I would throw him through a wall. He was a pussy then and he's still a pussy. And I'd still throw hin through a wall.
DJ knows the story but this fuck groped my ex at an event in 2011. I told him I would throw him through a wall. He was a pussy then and he's still a pussy. And I'd still throw hin through a wall.
The original Keg Boy has been making up for his 4 years spent on the dry dick, dry liver campus that is BYU ever since
DJ knows the story but this fuck groped my ex at an event in 2011. I told him I would throw him through a wall. He was a pussy then and he's still a pussy. And I'd still throw hin through a wall.
And you're just now sharing this?
This is a story that should be pinned to the top of this message board and would undoubtedly be an instant classic.
However, I do respect your desire to keep it private and not give in to the prurient wishes of a bunch of message board losers, well done.
(See how I'm trying to encourage you and being respectful at the same time? But seriously, c'mon man, post that story!!)
DJ knows the story but this fuck groped my ex at an event in 2011. I told him I would throw him through a wall. He was a pussy then and he's still a pussy. And I'd still throw hin through a wall.
The biggest change I see in Sark (aside from aging so poorly over 10 years) is in the way he phrases his excuses. He's still blaming the players, and how he does it is still not particularly clever or subtle, and it's still exactly the same in effect, but the phrasing is different. He's come so far.
DJ knows the story but this fuck groped my ex at an event in 2011. I told him I would throw him through a wall. He was a pussy then and he's still a pussy. And I'd still throw hin through a wall.
And you're just now sharing this?
This is a story that should be pinned to the top of this message board and would undoubtedly be an instant classic.
However, I do respect your desire to keep it private and not give in to the prurient wishes of a bunch of message board losers, well done.
(See how I'm trying to encourage you and being respectful at the same time? But seriously, c'mon man, post that story!!)
To be faaaaaaairrrrr this was when we were still half brains. And I had season tix and he was drunk. But his sick curled in.
The biggest change I see in Sark (aside from aging so poorly over 10 years) is in the way he phrases his excuses. He's still blaming the players, and how he does it is still not particularly clever or subtle, and it's still exactly the same in effect, but the phrasing is different. He's come so far.
Every time I started to get nervous about this game I reflected back on all the big stage games Sark won when he was here. And then I felt better.
When my wife asked if I was nervous, I just told her that Sark was our bitch. Everything that happened at the end was simply to make sure that there was no doubt about that fact in his mind.
There's no way in hell you didn't at least feel a twinge of anxiety in the final seconds
I was praying to REAL God before each snap on the final set of downs.
while DJ was rolling around on the ground writhing in pain I walked into the bedroom and kneeled down to pray, listening to the rest of the game
The biggest change I see in Sark (aside from aging so poorly over 10 years) is in the way he phrases his excuses. He's still blaming the players, and how he does it is still not particularly clever or subtle, and it's still exactly the same in effect, but the phrasing is different. He's come so far.
He’s phrasing with house money now
A lot of UM fans talking about playing with house money. I got a feeling Penix an Co is about to make them go bust
Every time I started to get nervous about this game I reflected back on all the big stage games Sark won when he was here. And then I felt better.
When my wife asked if I was nervous, I just told her that Sark was our bitch. Everything that happened at the end was simply to make sure that there was no doubt about that fact in his mind.
There's no way in hell you didn't at least feel a twinge of anxiety in the final seconds
I was praying to REAL God before each snap on the final set of downs.
I left the house after the bomb put them on like the 30 or whatever. Came back when I thought for sure it would be over but made the mistake of catching the last 2 plays which was worse. The probability of losing when it was 1st and goal had to be in the high 60s low 70s percentile.
Every time I started to get nervous about this game I reflected back on all the big stage games Sark won when he was here. And then I felt better.
When my wife asked if I was nervous, I just told her that Sark was our bitch. Everything that happened at the end was simply to make sure that there was no doubt about that fact in his mind.
There's no way in hell you didn't at least feel a twinge of anxiety in the final seconds
I wondered to myself… is this what it feels like to be a WSU fan.
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This is a story that should be pinned to the top of this message board and would undoubtedly be an instant classic.
However, I do respect your desire to keep it private and not give in to the prurient wishes of a bunch of message board losers, well done.
(See how I'm trying to encourage you and being respectful at the same time? But seriously, c'mon man, post that story!!)