My step-dad was at a Mariner game in the 1990s, and the Groz was right behind him. Groz was eating bags of KitKats and kept spilling crumbs on my step-dad's shoulders and then brushing them off and apologizing.
My step-dad was at a Mariner game in the 1990s, and the Groz was right behind him. Groz was eating bags of KitKats and kept spilling crumbs on my step-dad's shoulders and then brushing them off and apologizing.
Cool story, bruh.
Why didn't your other dad punch him in his fucking bloated, sickly Philly Fanatic face?
My step-dad was at a Mariner game in the 1990s, and the Groz was right behind him. Groz was eating bags of KitKats and kept spilling crumbs on my step-dad's shoulders and then brushing them off and apologizing.
My step-dad was at a Mariner game in the 1990s, and the Groz was right behind him. Groz was eating bags of KitKats and kept spilling crumbs on my step-dad's shoulders and then brushing them off and apologizing.
Cool story, bruh.
And now I can't get the image of Groz stuffing Kit-Kats into his chocolate-smeared fat face out of my head. Awesome.
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No matter what somebody is fucked on the defense, and pre-snap Jesus knows who to find it is. I love this team!
Haha
Cool story, bruh.