So CLS woke up a little bit ago and comes in to make coffee and shit. I decide this is the time to ask her what all the women folk were talking about upstairs all night. The answer was the kids of all the women there with kids - which was all of them except CLS. So, while guys talk about football, booze, meat and tits, and make fun of dwarfs of retards and other funny shit downstairs, I now know women talk about private horse riding lessons, their dumb kids teachers and the PTA, bake sales for band nerd kids, and other useless shit that all revolves around having kids.
Also, anyone of you Dad's know anything about something called ninja gym? She said one Mom was talking about how much her little shits loved ninja gym...wat da fuq is that? Because if you can actually train kids to become ninjas and hire them out as a private army, I would finally see some value in having them.
This is mostly for upper-middle-class white suburban fucks who have realized early on that they did not marry good athletic genes. Really sounds like a white thing if you axe me.
Also, anyone of you Dad's know anything about something called ninja gym? She said one Mom was talking about how much her little shits loved ninja gym...wat da fuq is that? Because if you can actually train kids to become ninjas and hire them out as a private army, I would finally see some value in having them.
This is mostly for upper-middle-class white suburban fucks who have realized early on that they did not marry good athletic genes. Really sounds like a white thing if you axe me.
Agree on Browning. His shit the bed play tonight was just the wide open miss of I think Fuller on the left sideline... Just tossed a wounded duck 5 yards short to a guy 10 yards downfield who was wide open.
On the other hand his throw to Pounds in the endzone might have been the best I have seen from him all year. That was a fucking dot. Of course Pounds dropped it and we settled for 3 but it was still probably the best read/throw I saw him make all night.
This game was less close than the score suggests. If not for the pick, Pound's drop, and Harry's PR, we are probably looking at something like 31-6. Against a solid team, I would be very happy with that result.
However, in our normal fashion, we shit the bed just enough to make it look hard in the box score. That's both encouraging and discouraging. On one hand we know we are comfortably better than a pretty solid ASU team, and on the other hand we are still making stupid ass mistakes that turn us from a great team to merely a good one.
If those mistakes are cleaned up I expect us to beat Oregon and Stanford and WSU, maybe choke against Cal since I don't trust UW to win out. If not, we are an 8 win team.
Agree on Browning. His shit the bed play tonight was just the wide open miss of I think Fuller on the left sideline... Just tossed a wounded duck 5 yards short to a guy 10 yards downfield who was wide open.
On the other hand his throw to Pounds in the endzone might have been the best I have seen from him all year. That was a fucking dot. Of course Pounds dropped it and we settled for 3 but it was still probably the best read/throw I saw him make all night.
This game was less close than the score suggests. If not for the pick, Pound's drop, and Harry's PR, we are probably looking at something like 31-6. Against a solid team, I would be very happy with that result.
However, in our normal fashion, we shit the bed just enough to make it look hard in the box score. That's both encouraging and discouraging. On one hand we know we are comfortably better than a pretty solid ASU team, and on the other hand we are still making stupid ass mistakes that turn us from a great team to merely a good one.
If those mistakes are cleaned up I expect us to beat Oregon and Stanford and WSU, maybe choke against Cal since I don't trust UW to win out. If not, we are an 8 win team.
Through 4 gaymes I see a good to very good team that is mortally flawed with a mostly anemic pass rush, inconsistent O line, and PTSD pants shitter under CENTER.
Swaye I hope you realize that you are totally screwed.
Whether you want it or not you're about to have a little pink bundle of joy in about 10 months.
Yep. I am coming to grips with the fact that life is over. I no longer look at Jeeps as fun tools for the wilderness, but instead I judge whether or not they are big enough to kill me when I step in front of one.
There aren't a lot of special players on this team right now with a few exceptions … most of the guys that playing in the rotation right now are all guys that are going to be mid to late round draft choices. Those are guys that I classify as saying they are "do your job" type of players. The good thing for us is that they are really good at doing their job. The bad thing is that when you need someone to go make a play it's lacking a bit.
That being said, there's still such a material talent advantage for us that we're in great shape against anybody that we play in the PAC 12. Even a guy who is clearly going to be a big time Sunday player in N'Keal Harry is largely held in check and the only time he's able to get loose is in a situation where you'd almost least expect it.
Swaye I hope you realize that you are totally screwed.
Whether you want it or not you're about to have a little pink bundle of joy in about 10 months.
Yep. I am coming to grips with the fact that life is over. I no longer look at Jeeps as fun tools for the wilderness, but instead I judge whether or not they are big enough to kill me when I step in front of one.
Once the late 20s chicks friends start having kids it's over.
She hates you and resents you because you don't want it, but also needs you to have one.
Swaye I love you, but if you think I'm reading all that you're nuts.
I love you too, so here's the TL;DR:
Pac-12 is LOL. The white trash in Eugene will be on meth benders for a month. WTE made my pee pee happy, OL better, DL worse, BBK only got drug around on half his plays, Browning hit his ceiling which is winning without doing anything well, hopefully we kill some more Mormons next week and Pete can FUCK OFF for that trickfuck play to start things off down 7-0.
Swaye I love you, but if you think I'm reading all that you're nuts.
I love you too, so here's the TL;DR:
Pac-12 is LOL. The white trash in Eugene will be on meth benders for a month. WTE made my pee pee happy, OL better, DL worse, BBK only got drug around on half his plays, Browning hit his ceiling which is winning without doing anything well, hopefully we kill some more Mormons next week and Pete can FUCK OFF for that trickfuck play to start things off down 7-0.
You forgot the part about CLS getting great pregnant tits.
What I would like to know is how can a man possess such rare human shit as to be able to land a jet on a carrier at night and yet not be able to get the Yella piss into the toilet?
What I would like to know is how can a man possess such rare human shit as to be able to land a jet on a carrier at night and yet not be able to get the Yella piss into the toilet?
I am hung over and feel like shit. But that didn't stop the wife from inviting her parents my oldest daughter and her fiancé my sister-in-law and brother-in-law and some other broad whose connection I've forgotten about or ignored and never knew, to come over to celebrate somebody's birthday and watch he Hawks, which as you know I don't give two shits about. I will have to behave myself and Act like I'm super interested in what everybody has to say. I will have to periodically get up and ask everybody if they need anything. I will be on barbecue duty. I will have to listen to my wife and the other hens cackle/talk about the wedding next summer that has already cost me thousands and thousands of dollars. This will begin at about 1 o'clock PST and will extend well past 9, if I'm lucky. None of this will result in a jerb later after all of these fucking people who irritate the shit out of me (except for my girl) LEAVE!
I signed up for all of this shit, and moar, a long time ago because Mrs. creep is very easy on the eyes, and had a great set ... well you know the rest. It's like fucking kryptonite.
What I would like to know is how can a man possess such rare human shit as to be able to land a jet on a carrier at night and yet not be able to get the Yella piss into the toilet?
Well, the Navy wouldn't let me fly drunk, and I am quite coordinated when sober. When shitplowed, not so much...
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On the other hand his throw to Pounds in the endzone might have been the best I have seen from him all year. That was a fucking dot. Of course Pounds dropped it and we settled for 3 but it was still probably the best read/throw I saw him make all night.
This game was less close than the score suggests. If not for the pick, Pound's drop, and Harry's PR, we are probably looking at something like 31-6. Against a solid team, I would be very happy with that result.
However, in our normal fashion, we shit the bed just enough to make it look hard in the box score. That's both encouraging and discouraging. On one hand we know we are comfortably better than a pretty solid ASU team, and on the other hand we are still making stupid ass mistakes that turn us from a great team to merely a good one.
If those mistakes are cleaned up I expect us to beat Oregon and Stanford and WSU, maybe choke against Cal since I don't trust UW to win out. If not, we are an 8 win team.
Whether you want it or not you're about to have a little pink bundle of joy in about 10 months.
That being said, there's still such a material talent advantage for us that we're in great shape against anybody that we play in the PAC 12. Even a guy who is clearly going to be a big time Sunday player in N'Keal Harry is largely held in check and the only time he's able to get loose is in a situation where you'd almost least expect it.
She hates you and resents you because you don't want it, but also needs you to have one.
Interesting conundrum.
Pac-12 is LOL. The white trash in Eugene will be on meth benders for a month. WTE made my pee pee happy, OL better, DL worse, BBK only got drug around on half his plays, Browning hit his ceiling which is winning without doing anything well, hopefully we kill some more Mormons next week and Pete can FUCK OFF for that trickfuck play to start things off down 7-0.
I am hung over and feel like shit. But that didn't stop the wife from inviting her parents my oldest daughter and her fiancé my sister-in-law and brother-in-law and some other broad whose connection I've forgotten about or ignored and never knew, to come over to celebrate somebody's birthday and watch he Hawks, which as you know I don't give two shits about. I will have to behave myself and Act like I'm super interested in what everybody has to say. I will have to periodically get up and ask everybody if they need anything. I will be on barbecue duty. I will have to listen to my wife and the other hens cackle/talk about the wedding next summer that has already cost me thousands and thousands of dollars. This will begin at about 1 o'clock PST and will extend well past 9, if I'm lucky. None of this will result in a jerb later after all of these fucking people who irritate the shit out of me (except for my girl) LEAVE!
I signed up for all of this shit, and moar, a long time ago because Mrs. creep is very easy on the eyes, and had a great set ... well you know the rest. It's like fucking kryptonite.
Anyway… You have been warned.