I actually read about that guy yesterday. He was pretty much a total bad ass. Makes me think I should stop drinking and snorting and fishing and fucking my life away. But is also sounds like a lot of work. So I'll stick with the former.
He was probably a pretty awesome soldier with all that crazy injun warrior training. Can literally say he ran 15 miles barefoot in the snow. Both ways.
I have been sitting here for 20 minutes and nobody has come back to talk to me. I'm probably getting fired. Fuck.
When they come back, gently start crying and tell them that when you were a young boy on the reservation you were sexually harassed and abused. Then claim that you felt the sexual harassment class should probably try to figure out a way to be a little bit more gentle, since there could be people (like you) in the class who were harassed or abused.
More importantly, Is there a full moon? What are the tides like that night? Somehow, I remember a home mid week game against a vastly superior Stanford from a few years ago. It went okay.
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You could promise a tribe-wide Mosquito free zone.
I have been sitting here for 20 minutes and nobody has come back to talk to me. I'm probably getting fired. Fuck.
Pink fucking tutus.