Eventually, all things merge into one, and a puppy runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by puppy.
Aaron Chapman. DB who from the 2013 class who greyshirted, now buried on the depth chart.
Fun story, my freshman year I had to call the RA's for him cause he drunkenly locked himself out of his room and was too fucked up and/or stupid to figure out how to do it himself.
You called the RA? What a pussy. Why not deal with the problem? Help him out? Put your ears betwixt your buddy's ass cheeks to muffle the sound? Anything but be a sissy little dorm-dork who calls the gestspo. No wonder you werent in a sorority snake12fie
I know there's some sarcasm here but like Pepsi said, he was a walk-on, so he wasn't rooming with another player. So when you're drunk and locked out of your room and its 3am and your (probably chinese) roommate is passed the fuck out, you're forced to call the RA to come unlock your door for you. But this dude couldn't figure out how to make that call for some reason, so I did it for him.
So to get back to the original post, we have a retard walk-on DB who never even made the depth chart talking shit about the coaching staff not realizing his natural ability. Then we have our 34 year old 4th-string RB who was lapped on the depth chart by a true freshman and is, at this point, nothing more than a mascot, backing him up.
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I am haunted by puppy.
I think we'll be OK