I still have the purple bag from Eddie Bauer my dad used to sneak in booze in during the games. He would carry the bag from the parking lot across from the Meany....as we got close to the stadium "here....you carry the bag now and into the game. They won't check kids."
I still have the purple bag from Eddie Bauer my dad used to sneak in booze in during the games. He would carry the bag from the parking lot across from the Meany....as we got close to the stadium "here....you carry the bag now and into the game. They won't check kids."
Fags name is little snow and you didn't even buy him a fucking cupcake?
Cup cake game or not, cup cake buying is his mom's department. And furthermore, if you have a child of similar age, Little YellowSnow would be happy to meet him at a local 7-11.
Just so you know, Little Snow would knock the fuck straight out of doogie.
Used to seal-a-meal a gallon of vodka in 4 pouches and place them at the bottom of a diaper bag, then a false bottom, then w waterlogged Pamper rolled up, then whatever else.
Wife... (NO! you sick fucks) would say just as the gate person was ready to plow into the bag, " Careful! Explosive diarrhea!" pass.
Used to seal-a-meal a gallon of vodka in 4 pouches and place them at the bottom of a diaper bag, then a false bottom, then w waterlogged Pamper rolled up, then whatever else.
Wife... (NO! you sick fucks) would say just as the gate person was ready to plow into the bag, " Careful! Explosive diarrhea!" pass.
That's classic. My Dad told me is used to be pretty easy to smuggle a keg of beer into the student section back in the mid 60's.
@YellowSnow - I was at the game Saturday and I took my 2-year nephew to his first game as well. Like your son he only made it to about halftime, but he really enjoyed the spectacle of it all. I even taught him how to say "doog".
p.s. Sounds like you need smuggling tips, so here goes...a hip flask fits nicely inside a folded up clean diaper. Roll up water bottles tightly inside a stadium blanket. Edibles go inside the Animal Crackers box. Weapons you keep on your person though. Be warned though it was a challenge to not have Nephew_de_Jour pull his tiny set of brass knuckles out of the kangaroo pocket of UW hoodie while going through security, so be vigilant with the little ones.
I usually roll a flask full of whiskey to games and no smuggling challenges there, although was sober as a judge on Sunday at a Husky Game for the first time in years for Montana. I more so have to laff at the silliness of poring out a 3 years old water bottle from. Come on guys, give a parent the benefit of the doubt.
Did you and your husband adopt little snow or find a surrogate?
Actually we're more of a throwback to the 1950's era nuclear family.
Sounds like you didn't get him drunk or explain to him what a shit fuck Browning is... SAD!
I did have to explain briefly why the other team got in the end zone. One of my more challenging parenting moments to date. On a side note - it was if the Grizz had just beaten EWU or something when the pick six occurred. The North Side upper deck probably hadn't rocked that hard since we won the Decibal Natty against Nebraska in '92.
I read that with voice from the Christmas Story. I took my kids Saturday too. My son and I had the good seats. The women were at the top of section 301 until they came down to our section in the second half. The practice games are great. You get dad of the year points that you can use to get out of trouble the rest of the season.
Used to seal-a-meal a gallon of vodka in 4 pouches and place them at the bottom of a diaper bag, then a false bottom, then w waterlogged Pamper rolled up, then whatever else.
Wife... (NO! you sick fucks) would say just as the gate person was ready to plow into the bag, " Careful! Explosive diarrhea!" pass.
That's classic. My Dad told me is used to be pretty easy to smuggle a keg of beer into the student section back in the mid 60's.
Smuggle? My two dads say they just walked right in with 'em.
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I still have the purple bag from Eddie Bauer my dad used to sneak in booze in during the games. He would carry the bag from the parking lot across from the Meany....as we got close to the stadium "here....you carry the bag now and into the game. They won't check kids."
Wife... (NO! you sick fucks) would say just as the gate person was ready to plow into the bag, " Careful! Explosive diarrhea!" pass.