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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. -
TripleRainbowDawg said:
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.
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Cool story, bro.GrundleStiltzkin said:TripleRainbowDawg said: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.GrundleStiltzkin said:TripleRainbowDawg said: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.
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I'm not really sure what to say to this, except.....TripleRainbowDawg said: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.
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I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.Meek said: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. -
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.CFetters_Nacho_Lover said:
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.Meek said: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. -
You have kids... JFC. The only person on here less qualified to raise kids is me. And maybe DDY.Swaye said:
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.CFetters_Nacho_Lover said:
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.Meek said: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. -
We already have a wagon jumping bitchfork off brand Swaye, try again.dirtysouwfdawg said:
You have kids... JFC. The only person on here less qualified to raise kids is me. And maybe DDY.Swaye said:
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.CFetters_Nacho_Lover said:
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.Meek said: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. -
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.HillsboroDuck said:
We already have a wagon jumping bitchfork off brand Swaye, try again.dirtysouwfdawg said:
You have kids... JFC. The only person on here less qualified to raise kids is me. And maybe DDY.Swaye said:
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.CFetters_Nacho_Lover said:
I remember those kids freezing their asses off. I was cold just looking at them.Meek said: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.
