You guys are too kind! My own thread and instructions to kill myself before I even became a member. I guess it worked to get me out of hiding.
Let's see, I attended the UW during what many might refer to as the Golden Years, fall 2003 to spring 2008. Yes, it took me five years, but who would have wanted to graduate on time and miss that magical, penultimate Willingham year.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Just days after I'd arrived on campus, checked in as a new freshman in the dorms and not much of a sports fan, at the suggestion of my parents (also huskies), I went to the Stanford game. Not knowing too many people, I went with a girl I'd gone to high school with who happened to live in the same dorm. Thinking back, our parents were probably trying to hook us up and wow was she beautiful, so obviously not a good match. Plus, I was clinging to my high school girlfriend who had moved to California for school earlier that summer (idiot, idiot, idiot).
Anyway, we walk on down to go buy single game tickets because of course we were early millennials (god I hate myself) and weren't in to things like $100, 50 yard line student season tickets to football. After standing in line for no more than 1 minute, a nice man walks up and just gives us a pair of tickets. He didn't want any money, just wanted us to enjoy the game. So, we go take his seats up in the lower part of the 300s on about the 35 yard line, south side and watch the UW comfortably beat Stanford on a beautiful sunny day. The way it was supposed to be, always had been and always would be.
As you can see, my student experience with Husky football started so promisingly, but it was not to be. By the time Sark was hired I was a full blown doog, a broken fan. I barked for Sark, I had the t-shirt. When he was hired, I was like 'hell ya, bring in some of that USC winning sauce!' I cheered like a maniac with a lot of my doog family as we watch the Huskies get only slightly reamed by LSU during his first year. What a weird year, wasn't that the immaculate interception and USC field goal win that ended with no bowl? No matter, we were back, hard.
Ever since the Petersen hire I have not been able to accept that my team is good, that I should expect US to beat anyone. I'm getting better, but I still watch games with a sort of internal cringe as I fear us to be just one fumble or missed tackle away from the beginning of the end.
Thanks for letting me
Gayest intro ever. If I wanted your life story I would have flipped you a nickle. Also, don't tell me you had a beautiful girl and not give me pics. I prefer nudes. Also, cuss more. Jesus. Just kill yourself.
You guys are too kind! My own thread and instructions to kill myself before I even became a member. I guess it worked to get me out of hiding.
Let's see, I attended the UW during what many might refer to as the Golden Years, fall 2003 to spring 2008. Yes, it took me five years, but who would have wanted to graduate on time and miss that magical, penultimate Willingham year.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Just days after I'd arrived on campus, checked in as a new freshman in the dorms and not much of a sports fan, at the suggestion of my parents (also huskies), I went to the Stanford game. Not knowing too many people, I went with a girl I'd gone to high school with who happened to live in the same dorm. Thinking back, our parents were probably trying to hook us up and wow was she beautiful, so obviously not a good match. Plus, I was clinging to my high school girlfriend who had moved to California for school earlier that summer (idiot, idiot, idiot).
Anyway, we walk on down to go buy single game tickets because of course we were early millennials (god I hate myself) and weren't in to things like $100, 50 yard line student season tickets to football. After standing in line for no more than 1 minute, a nice man walks up and just gives us a pair of tickets. He didn't want any money, just wanted us to enjoy the game. So, we go take his seats up in the lower part of the 300s on about the 35 yard line, south side and watch the UW comfortably beat Stanford on a beautiful sunny day. The way it was supposed to be, always had been and always would be.
As you can see, my student experience with Husky football started so promisingly, but it was not to be. By the time Sark was hired I was a full blown doog, a broken fan. I barked for Sark, I had the t-shirt. When he was hired, I was like 'hell ya, bring in some of that USC winning sauce!' I cheered like a maniac with a lot of my doog family as we watch the Huskies get only slightly reamed by LSU during his first year. What a weird year, wasn't that the immaculate interception and USC field goal win that ended with no bowl? No matter, we were back, hard.
Ever since the Petersen hire I have not been able to accept that my team is good, that I should expect US to beat anyone. I'm getting better, but I still watch games with a sort of internal cringe as I fear us to be just one fumble or missed tackle away from the beginning of the end.
Thanks for letting me
Penultimate means second to last you fucking ding dong.
You guys are too kind! My own thread and instructions to kill myself before I even became a member. I guess it worked to get me out of hiding.
Let's see, I attended the UW during what many might refer to as the Golden Years, fall 2003 to spring 2008. Yes, it took me five years, but who would have wanted to graduate on time and miss that magical, penultimate Willingham year.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Just days after I'd arrived on campus, checked in as a new freshman in the dorms and not much of a sports fan, at the suggestion of my parents (also huskies), I went to the Stanford game. Not knowing too many people, I went with a girl I'd gone to high school with who happened to live in the same dorm. Thinking back, our parents were probably trying to hook us up and wow was she beautiful, so obviously not a good match. Plus, I was clinging to my high school girlfriend who had moved to California for school earlier that summer (idiot, idiot, idiot).
Anyway, we walk on down to go buy single game tickets because of course we were early millennials (god I hate myself) and weren't in to things like $100, 50 yard line student season tickets to football. After standing in line for no more than 1 minute, a nice man walks up and just gives us a pair of tickets. He didn't want any money, just wanted us to enjoy the game. So, we go take his seats up in the lower part of the 300s on about the 35 yard line, south side and watch the UW comfortably beat Stanford on a beautiful sunny day. The way it was supposed to be, always had been and always would be.
As you can see, my student experience with Husky football started so promisingly, but it was not to be. By the time Sark was hired I was a full blown doog, a broken fan. I barked for Sark, I had the t-shirt. When he was hired, I was like 'hell ya, bring in some of that USC winning sauce!' I cheered like a maniac with a lot of my doog family as we watch the Huskies get only slightly reamed by LSU during his first year. What a weird year, wasn't that the immaculate interception and USC field goal win that ended with no bowl? No matter, we were back, hard.
Ever since the Petersen hire I have not been able to accept that my team is good, that I should expect US to beat anyone. I'm getting better, but I still watch games with a sort of internal cringe as I fear us to be just one fumble or missed tackle away from the beginning of the end.
Thanks for letting me
Gayest intro ever. If I wanted your life story I would have flipped you a nickle. Also, don't tell me you had a beautiful girl and not give me pics. I prefer nudes. Also, cuss more. Jesus. Just kill yourself.
You of all people should see through this bullshit ruse
This guy is a Morman Fag looking for Brother Husbands - thinks he's gonna poke us in the #2 chute and have us work to support him
Listen Fag, I will never climb these steps out of the basement to date you...
Maybe you can try the Penn State boreds if you like 'em young fresh and tight
You guys are too kind! My own thread and instructions to kill myself before I even became a member. I guess it worked to get me out of hiding.
Let's see, I attended the UW during what many might refer to as the Golden Years, fall 2003 to spring 2008. Yes, it took me five years, but who would have wanted to graduate on time and miss that magical, penultimate Willingham year.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Just days after I'd arrived on campus, checked in as a new freshman in the dorms and not much of a sports fan, at the suggestion of my parents (also huskies), I went to the Stanford game. Not knowing too many people, I went with a girl I'd gone to high school with who happened to live in the same dorm. Thinking back, our parents were probably trying to hook us up and wow was she beautiful, so obviously not a good match. Plus, I was clinging to my high school girlfriend who had moved to California for school earlier that summer (idiot, idiot, idiot).
Anyway, we walk on down to go buy single game tickets because of course we were early millennials (god I hate myself) and weren't in to things like $100, 50 yard line student season tickets to football. After standing in line for no more than 1 minute, a nice man walks up and just gives us a pair of tickets. He didn't want any money, just wanted us to enjoy the game. So, we go take his seats up in the lower part of the 300s on about the 35 yard line, south side and watch the UW comfortably beat Stanford on a beautiful sunny day. The way it was supposed to be, always had been and always would be.
As you can see, my student experience with Husky football started so promisingly, but it was not to be. By the time Sark was hired I was a full blown doog, a broken fan. I barked for Sark, I had the t-shirt. When he was hired, I was like 'hell ya, bring in some of that USC winning sauce!' I cheered like a maniac with a lot of my doog family as we watch the Huskies get only slightly reamed by LSU during his first year. What a weird year, wasn't that the immaculate interception and USC field goal win that ended with no bowl? No matter, we were back, hard.
Ever since the Petersen hire I have not been able to accept that my team is good, that I should expect US to beat anyone. I'm getting better, but I still watch games with a sort of internal cringe as I fear us to be just one fumble or missed tackle away from the beginning of the end.
Penultimate means second to last you fucking ding dong.
Right, I know that, but maybe I have the timing wrong? If I graduated in June 2008, the last season I watched as a student was fall 2007, his 2nd to last year, right?
Also, I donated $57.11 because you asshounds like to repetitively over use fucked out, inside references. I guess Derek didn't get it.
Swaye, pop a Viagra and go find some teepee scalper porn, then pop off. Once you're in your refractory period I'll explain to you that I don't have nudes of a girl I went to a football game with nine years ago.
Penultimate means second to last you fucking ding dong.
Right, I know that, but maybe I have the timing wrong? If I graduated in June 2008, the last season I watched as a student was fall 2007, his 2nd to last year, right?
Also, I donated $57.11 because you asshounds like to repetitively over use fucked out, inside references. I guess Derek didn't get it.
Swaye, pop a Viagra and go find some teepee scalper porn, then pop off. Once you're in your refractory period I'll explain to you that I don't have nudes of a girl I went to a football game with nine years ago.
Penultimate means second to last you fucking ding dong.
Right, I know that, but maybe I have the timing wrong? If I graduated in June 2008, the last season I watched as a student was fall 2007, his 2nd to last year, right?
Also, I donated $57.11 because you asshounds like to repetitively over use fucked out, inside references. I guess Derek didn't get it.
Swaye, pop a Viagra and go find some teepee scalper porn, then pop off. Once you're in your refractory period I'll explain to you that I don't have nudes of a girl I went to a football game with nine years ago.
Oh - yeah, well fuck you anyway. No one uses the word penultimate if they aren't secretly an Oregon sympathizer.
Penultimate means second to last you fucking ding dong.
Right, I know that, but maybe I have the timing wrong? If I graduated in June 2008, the last season I watched as a student was fall 2007, his 2nd to last year, right?
Also, I donated $57.11 because you asshounds like to repetitively over use fucked out, inside references. I guess Derek didn't get it.
Swaye, pop a Viagra and go find some teepee scalper porn, then pop off. Once you're in your refractory period I'll explain to you that I don't have nudes of a girl I went to a football game with nine years ago.
Swaye need no white man dong drug. My Indian name Hard Like Flint. Teepee porn good idea though.
Refractory? Do you even know what that means? After penultimate I have my doubts. I don't know what they mean, but I didn't learn white mans tongue until 92.
Cell phones existed 9 years ago, but you sound poor and probably rocked a flip.
Penultimate means second to last you fucking ding dong.
Right, I know that, but maybe I have the timing wrong? If I graduated in June 2008, the last season I watched as a student was fall 2007, his 2nd to last year, right?
Also, I donated $57.11 because you asshounds like to repetitively over use fucked out, inside references. I guess Derek didn't get it.
Swaye, pop a Viagra and go find some teepee scalper porn, then pop off. Once you're in your refractory period I'll explain to you that I don't have nudes of a girl I went to a football game with nine years ago.
Would you like to buy some?
I perdict that this perticular tldr intro will not quite achieve You Want To Take The Gloves Off Race status, but it will be misused and abused over the next few weeks/months
You guys are too kind! My own thread and instructions to kill myself before I even became a member. I guess it worked to get me out of hiding.
Let's see, I attended the UW during what many might refer to as the Golden Years, fall 2003 to spring 2008. Yes, it took me five years, but who would have wanted to graduate on time and miss that magical, penultimate Willingham year.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Just days after I'd arrived on campus, checked in as a new freshman in the dorms and not much of a sports fan, at the suggestion of my parents (also huskies), I went to the Stanford game. Not knowing too many people, I went with a girl I'd gone to high school with who happened to live in the same dorm. Thinking back, our parents were probably trying to hook us up and wow was she beautiful, so obviously not a good match. Plus, I was clinging to my high school girlfriend who had moved to California for school earlier that summer (idiot, idiot, idiot).
Anyway, we walk on down to go buy single game tickets because of course we were early millennials (god I hate myself) and weren't in to things like $100, 50 yard line student season tickets to football. After standing in line for no more than 1 minute, a nice man walks up and just gives us a pair of tickets. He didn't want any money, just wanted us to enjoy the game. So, we go take his seats up in the lower part of the 300s on about the 35 yard line, south side and watch the UW comfortably beat Stanford on a beautiful sunny day. The way it was supposed to be, always had been and always would be.
As you can see, my student experience with Husky football started so promisingly, but it was not to be. By the time Sark was hired I was a full blown doog, a broken fan. I barked for Sark, I had the t-shirt. When he was hired, I was like 'hell ya, bring in some of that USC winning sauce!' I cheered like a maniac with a lot of my doog family as we watch the Huskies get only slightly reamed by LSU during his first year. What a weird year, wasn't that the immaculate interception and USC field goal win that ended with no bowl? No matter, we were back, hard.
Ever since the Petersen hire I have not been able to accept that my team is good, that I should expect US to beat anyone. I'm getting better, but I still watch games with a sort of internal cringe as I fear us to be just one fumble or missed tackle away from the beginning of the end.
Thanks for letting me
I still got my Bark for Sark shirt too. I use it as a rag in my garage
You guys are too kind! My own thread and instructions to kill myself before I even became a member. I guess it worked to get me out of hiding.
Let's see, I attended the UW during what many might refer to as the Golden Years, fall 2003 to spring 2008. Yes, it took me five years, but who would have wanted to graduate on time and miss that magical, penultimate Willingham year.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Just days after I'd arrived on campus, checked in as a new freshman in the dorms and not much of a sports fan, at the suggestion of my parents (also huskies), I went to the Stanford game. Not knowing too many people, I went with a girl I'd gone to high school with who happened to live in the same dorm. Thinking back, our parents were probably trying to hook us up and wow was she beautiful, so obviously not a good match. Plus, I was clinging to my high school girlfriend who had moved to California for school earlier that summer (idiot, idiot, idiot).
Anyway, we walk on down to go buy single game tickets because of course we were early millennials (god I hate myself) and weren't in to things like $100, 50 yard line student season tickets to football. After standing in line for no more than 1 minute, a nice man walks up and just gives us a pair of tickets. He didn't want any money, just wanted us to enjoy the game. So, we go take his seats up in the lower part of the 300s on about the 35 yard line, south side and watch the UW comfortably beat Stanford on a beautiful sunny day. The way it was supposed to be, always had been and always would be.
As you can see, my student experience with Husky football started so promisingly, but it was not to be. By the time Sark was hired I was a full blown doog, a broken fan. I barked for Sark, I had the t-shirt. When he was hired, I was like 'hell ya, bring in some of that USC winning sauce!' I cheered like a maniac with a lot of my doog family as we watch the Huskies get only slightly reamed by LSU during his first year. What a weird year, wasn't that the immaculate interception and USC field goal win that ended with no bowl? No matter, we were back, hard.
Ever since the Petersen hire I have not been able to accept that my team is good, that I should expect US to beat anyone. I'm getting better, but I still watch games with a sort of internal cringe as I fear us to be just one fumble or missed tackle away from the beginning of the end.
Thanks for letting me
You got a WTF vote for not including a pic of the girl and you didn’t mention if you had victory coitus.
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FREE BEER QUEERS!
I still haven't donated
Not until they free fucking Harv
This guy is a Morman Fag looking for Brother Husbands - thinks he's gonna poke us in the #2 chute and have us work to support him
Listen Fag, I will never climb these steps out of the basement to date you...
Maybe you can try the Penn State boreds if you like 'em young fresh and tight
Also, I donated $57.11 because you asshounds like to repetitively over use fucked out, inside references. I guess Derek didn't get it.
Swaye, pop a Viagra and go find some teepee scalper porn, then pop off. Once you're in your refractory period I'll explain to you that I don't have nudes of a girl I went to a football game with nine years ago.
Refractory? Do you even know what that means? After penultimate I have my doubts. I don't know what they mean, but I didn't learn white mans tongue until 92.
Cell phones existed 9 years ago, but you sound poor and probably rocked a flip.
Are you white?
It even had AOL instant messenger.
I perdict that this perticular tldr intro will not quite achieve You Want To Take The Gloves Off Race status, but it will be misused and abused over the next few weeks/months