i used to meet up with CFetters_NachoLover and his brother at the Stanford games, but he probably won't come this year since he moved to Chicago...Pingdaddy always threatens to come down but his herd of offspring make it difficult to travel. I haven't actually seen him since he brought two of his kids to the Cal @ UW game in 2009...he came without his wife and the two toddlers wore literally t-shirts and shorts...in fucking december. Those two kids were shaking like leaves at halftime.I don't think he's allowed to take the kids to games anymore.
I will probably just stay home and watch it on tv in my sweats this year because we will be blessed that it is even on tv.
I'm hearing the drive up the coast through Big Sur is lovely right now.
They're reopening the Pfeiffer Canyon Bridge this Friday!
Also considering going to this game. Already have the Husky shirt
I'd actually like to meet you. No homo
I saw Race in person once. No homo. He didn't seem too weird so you are probably safe.
I wish I was going. I have a couple of gal pals from my childhood who are die hard tree fans and alumns. I've always wanted to go to a wine n' cheese tailgate with the 1500 + SAT crowd.
You better go you fucker
3 week old Huskie pups + tired mamas don't translate into road Huskie games my friend.
Since you conceived the kid during the peachbowl it's only fitting that you go to every game
I'm hearing the drive up the coast through Big Sur is lovely right now.
They're reopening the Pfeiffer Canyon Bridge this Friday!
Also considering going to this game. Already have the Husky shirt
I'd actually like to meet you. No homo
I saw Race in person once. No homo. He didn't seem too weird so you are probably safe.
I wish I was going. I have a couple of gal pals from my childhood who are die hard tree fans and alumns. I've always wanted to go to a wine n' cheese tailgate with the 1500 + SAT crowd.
You better go you fucker
3 week old Huskie pups + tired mamas don't translate into road Huskie games my friend.
Since you conceived the kid during the peachbowl it's only fitting that you go to every game
There was no victory coitus at the Peach Bowl. Sad.
I'm hearing the drive up the coast through Big Sur is lovely right now.
They're reopening the Pfeiffer Canyon Bridge this Friday!
Also considering going to this game. Already have the Husky shirt
I'd actually like to meet you. No homo
I saw Race in person once. No homo. He didn't seem too weird so you are probably safe.
I wish I was going. I have a couple of gal pals from my childhood who are die hard tree fans and alumns. I've always wanted to go to a wine n' cheese tailgate with the 1500 + SAT crowd.
You better go you fucker
3 week old Huskie pups + tired mamas don't translate into road Huskie games my friend.
Since you conceived the kid during the peachbowl it's only fitting that you go to every game
There was no victory coitus at the Peach Bowl. Sad.
Someone posted a gif of an awful 2017 JB sack @ Stanford in response to a pro-Browning screed I posted, and I actually had no memory of that play. A good deal of that game is blurry. Here's why: drank Irish whiskey on the CalTrain from SF to Palo Alto. Walked from train station to Masters Grove tailgate (nice area BTW), smoking a J. Saw some old friends, drank several beers at tailgate. Someone had flask inside, consumed same. I distinctly recall the visitor's section seeming to outnumber the opposition. Then the blur set in, although I did later urinate into one of the small tree plantings on the inner concourse of the stade. Also later smoked herb again in similar position. I def. registered the depressing reality of the loss, as I recall a terrible desire for more booze to dull the pain during exit from stadium. I broke into a jog, then a sprint, as I flushed out of the gate. I continued to sprint, arrived panting at a random recent Stanford grad/Millennial tailgate (they never cared to watch the game). W/o speaking to anyone, found a cup on the ground, pumped myself a beer from their keg. I then got into a squat, forearms on thighs (a la cover of NWA debut) starting maniacally laughing out loud, and continued it, way too long, like a schizo. My friends chased after me, physically ushered me away. Went to a terrible beer bar in Palo Alto, everything seemed as if filmed through a blue filter, dark. Got into an Uber, nodded off, woke up after 1 AM outside a Korean restaurant in Oakland. Ate what they called a "pornoburger." Never vomited.
Decided later, given my age and station, lifestyle change was in order.
Someone posted a gif of an awful 2017 JB sack @ Stanford in response to a pro-Browning screed I posted, and I actually had no memory of that play. A good deal of that game is blurry. Here's why: drank Irish whiskey on the CalTrain from SF to Palo Alto. Walked from train station to Masters Grove tailgate (nice area BTW), smoking a J. Saw some old friends, drank several beers at tailgate. Someone had flask inside, consumed same. I distinctly recall the visitor's section seeming to outnumber the opposition. Then the blur set in, although I did later urinate into one of the small tree plantings on the inner concourse of the stade. Also later smoked herb again in similar position. I def. registered the depressing reality of the loss, as I recall a terrible desire for more booze to dull the pain during exit from stadium. I broke into a jog, then a sprint, as I flushed out of the gate. I continued to sprint, arrived panting at a random recent Stanford grad/Millennial tailgate (they never cared to watch the game). W/o speaking to anyone, found a cup on the ground, pumped myself a beer from their keg. I then got into a squat, forearms on thighs (a la cover of NWA debut) starting maniacally laughing out loud, and continued it, way too long, like a schizo. My friends chased after me, physically ushered me away. Went to a terrible beer bar in Palo Alto, everything seemed as if filmed through a blue filter, dark. Got into an Uber, nodded off, woke up after 1 AM outside a Korean restaurant in Oakland. Ate what they called a "pornoburger." Never vomited.
Decided later, given my age and station, lifestyle change was in order.
Someone posted a gif of an awful 2017 JB sack @ Stanford in response to a pro-Browning screed I posted, and I actually had no memory of that play. A good deal of that game is blurry. Here's why: drank Irish whiskey on the CalTrain from SF to Palo Alto. Walked from train station to Masters Grove tailgate (nice area BTW), smoking a J. Saw some old friends, drank several beers at tailgate. Someone had flask inside, consumed same. I distinctly recall the visitor's section seeming to outnumber the opposition. Then the blur set in, although I did later urinate into one of the small tree plantings on the inner concourse of the stade. Also later smoked herb again in similar position. I def. registered the depressing reality of the loss, as I recall a terrible desire for more booze to dull the pain during exit from stadium. I broke into a jog, then a sprint, as I flushed out of the gate. I continued to sprint, arrived panting at a random recent Stanford grad/Millennial tailgate (they never cared to watch the game). W/o speaking to anyone, found a cup on the ground, pumped myself a beer from their keg. I then got into a squat, forearms on thighs (a la cover of NWA debut) starting maniacally laughing out loud, and continued it, way too long, like a schizo. My friends chased after me, physically ushered me away. Went to a terrible beer bar in Palo Alto, everything seemed as if filmed through a blue filter, dark. Got into an Uber, nodded off, woke up after 1 AM outside a Korean restaurant in Oakland. Ate what they called a "pornoburger." Never vomited.
Decided later, given my age and station, lifestyle change was in order.
Someone posted a gif of an awful 2017 JB sack @ Stanford in response to a pro-Browning screed I posted, and I actually had no memory of that play. A good deal of that game is blurry. Here's why: drank Irish whiskey on the CalTrain from SF to Palo Alto. Walked from train station to Masters Grove tailgate (nice area BTW), smoking a J. Saw some old friends, drank several beers at tailgate. Someone had flask inside, consumed same. I distinctly recall the visitor's section seeming to outnumber the opposition. Then the blur set in, although I did later urinate into one of the small tree plantings on the inner concourse of the stade. Also later smoked herb again in similar position. I def. registered the depressing reality of the loss, as I recall a terrible desire for more booze to dull the pain during exit from stadium. I broke into a jog, then a sprint, as I flushed out of the gate. I continued to sprint, arrived panting at a random recent Stanford grad/Millennial tailgate (they never cared to watch the game). W/o speaking to anyone, found a cup on the ground, pumped myself a beer from their keg. I then got into a squat, forearms on thighs (a la cover of NWA debut) starting maniacally laughing out loud, and continued it, way too long, like a schizo. My friends chased after me, physically ushered me away. Went to a terrible beer bar in Palo Alto, everything seemed as if filmed through a blue filter, dark. Got into an Uber, nodded off, woke up after 1 AM outside a Korean restaurant in Oakland. Ate what they called a "pornoburger." Never vomited.
Decided later, given my age and station, lifestyle change was in order.
I actually read the whole fucking story and enjoyed it.
Someone posted a gif of an awful 2017 JB sack @ Stanford in response to a pro-Browning screed I posted, and I actually had no memory of that play. A good deal of that game is blurry. Here's why: drank Irish whiskey on the CalTrain from SF to Palo Alto. Walked from train station to Masters Grove tailgate (nice area BTW), smoking a J. Saw some old friends, drank several beers at tailgate. Someone had flask inside, consumed same. I distinctly recall the visitor's section seeming to outnumber the opposition. Then the blur set in, although I did later urinate into one of the small tree plantings on the inner concourse of the stade. Also later smoked herb again in similar position. I def. registered the depressing reality of the loss, as I recall a terrible desire for more booze to dull the pain during exit from stadium. I broke into a jog, then a sprint, as I flushed out of the gate. I continued to sprint, arrived panting at a random recent Stanford grad/Millennial tailgate (they never cared to watch the game). W/o speaking to anyone, found a cup on the ground, pumped myself a beer from their keg. I then got into a squat, forearms on thighs (a la cover of NWA debut) starting maniacally laughing out loud, and continued it, way too long, like a schizo. My friends chased after me, physically ushered me away. Went to a terrible beer bar in Palo Alto, everything seemed as if filmed through a blue filter, dark. Got into an Uber, nodded off, woke up after 1 AM outside a Korean restaurant in Oakland. Ate what they called a "pornoburger." Never vomited.
Decided later, given my age and station, lifestyle change was in order.
I'm not really sure what to say to this, except.....
i used to meet up with CFetters_NachoLover and his brother at the Stanford games, but he probably won't come this year since he moved to Chicago...Pingdaddy always threatens to come down but his herd of offspring make it difficult to travel. I haven't actually seen him since he brought two of his kids to the Cal @ UW game in 2009...he came without his wife and the two toddlers wore literally t-shirts and shorts...in fucking december. Those two kids were shaking like leaves at halftime.I don't think he's allowed to take the kids to games anymore.
I will probably just stay home and watch it on tv in my sweats this year because we will be blessed that it is even on tv.
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.
i used to meet up with CFetters_NachoLover and his brother at the Stanford games, but he probably won't come this year since he moved to Chicago...Pingdaddy always threatens to come down but his herd of offspring make it difficult to travel. I haven't actually seen him since he brought two of his kids to the Cal @ UW game in 2009...he came without his wife and the two toddlers wore literally t-shirts and shorts...in fucking december. Those two kids were shaking like leaves at halftime.I don't think he's allowed to take the kids to games anymore.
I will probably just stay home and watch it on tv in my sweats this year because we will be blessed that it is even on tv.
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.
If I had legitimate kids I actually took care of I would believe firmly in toughing them up by making their lives miserable. Like mine.
i used to meet up with CFetters_NachoLover and his brother at the Stanford games, but he probably won't come this year since he moved to Chicago...Pingdaddy always threatens to come down but his herd of offspring make it difficult to travel. I haven't actually seen him since he brought two of his kids to the Cal @ UW game in 2009...he came without his wife and the two toddlers wore literally t-shirts and shorts...in fucking december. Those two kids were shaking like leaves at halftime.I don't think he's allowed to take the kids to games anymore.
I will probably just stay home and watch it on tv in my sweats this year because we will be blessed that it is even on tv.
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.
If I had legitimate kids I actually took care of I would believe firmly in toughing them up by making their lives miserable. Like mine.
You have kids... JFC. The only person on here less qualified to raise kids is me. And maybe DDY.
i used to meet up with CFetters_NachoLover and his brother at the Stanford games, but he probably won't come this year since he moved to Chicago...Pingdaddy always threatens to come down but his herd of offspring make it difficult to travel. I haven't actually seen him since he brought two of his kids to the Cal @ UW game in 2009...he came without his wife and the two toddlers wore literally t-shirts and shorts...in fucking december. Those two kids were shaking like leaves at halftime.I don't think he's allowed to take the kids to games anymore.
I will probably just stay home and watch it on tv in my sweats this year because we will be blessed that it is even on tv.
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.
If I had legitimate kids I actually took care of I would believe firmly in toughing them up by making their lives miserable. Like mine.
You have kids... JFC. The only person on here less qualified to raise kids is me. And maybe DDY.
We already have a wagon jumping bitchfork off brand Swaye, try again.
i used to meet up with CFetters_NachoLover and his brother at the Stanford games, but he probably won't come this year since he moved to Chicago...Pingdaddy always threatens to come down but his herd of offspring make it difficult to travel. I haven't actually seen him since he brought two of his kids to the Cal @ UW game in 2009...he came without his wife and the two toddlers wore literally t-shirts and shorts...in fucking december. Those two kids were shaking like leaves at halftime.I don't think he's allowed to take the kids to games anymore.
I will probably just stay home and watch it on tv in my sweats this year because we will be blessed that it is even on tv.
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.
If I had legitimate kids I actually took care of I would believe firmly in toughing them up by making their lives miserable. Like mine.
You have kids... JFC. The only person on here less qualified to raise kids is me. And maybe DDY.
We already have a wagon jumping bitchfork off brand Swaye, try again.
What in the fuck did you call me? Honestly, imma need you to dumb that comment down to ra-tard level before I can comprehend wtf you tried to say.
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I will probably just stay home and watch it on tv in my sweats this year because we will be blessed that it is even on tv.
Decided later, given my age and station, lifestyle change was in order.
You’re still a fag.