There are things that work at Miami that don't work anywhere else. Getting to temporarily wear a big, garish gold chain as a reward for hurting someone is one of them.
A turnover salmon, kept iced behind the UW bench, thrown around after a turnover.....is so ungodly terrible I love it and feel compelled to support it.
There are things that work at Miami that don't work anywhere else. Getting to temporarily wear a big, garish gold chain as a reward for hurting someone is one of them.
Turnover salmon is so fucking dumb please god stop, I don’t want to be made fun of by the cool kids at the play ground. God a Seafood Chain would sound way better, Christ a chain of all gold apples would be better but just a fucking Salmon I can see Espn eating is up right now, fuck we should do a chain of 3 gold cupcakes to throw shade at them.
This is how I know you wish you were an Oregon fan.
I think Washington's brand is the no-brand brand. The reason for this is that the culture of this place is too aloof and insecure for a brand. Brands are earned, and they are either flattering or goofy. Washington fans are too realistic for a faux flattering brand, and way too proud for a goofy one.
The program is supported by a sour puss and resentful fan base of pasty white sun dodgers who as a group are insanely yet quietly covetous of the attention received by other programs. "We're just as prestigious as they are," is the standard self-talk of this band of malcontents. Convinced they have all the goods to be among the most popular girls in school, the world tells them they're "not too bad". In the face of this disappointment, their northern European-influenced sense of dignity will not allow them to complain too loudly lest they make a spectacle.
Somewhat counterintuitively, this psychological pathos of delicate and wounded pride is the derivation of the odd deference this group shows to other programs whose numbers overwhelm their own and from whom they long for respect. If Washington has a brand, it's "USC really respects us!" Or, "Did you know you can come to our games by boat!!!??!!!"
The Promethean plight of the Washington fan is his own identity and self-image.
Passive aggressive bitches. That is why I got the fuck out of Seattle
I think Washington's brand is the no-brand brand. The reason for this is that the culture of this place is too aloof and insecure for a brand. Brands are earned, and they are either flattering or goofy. Washington fans are too realistic for a faux flattering brand, and way too proud for a goofy one.
The program is supported by a sour puss and resentful fan base of pasty white sun dodgers who as a group are insanely yet quietly covetous of the attention received by other programs. "We're just as prestigious as they are," is the standard self-talk of this band of malcontents. Convinced they have all the goods to be among the most popular girls in school, the world tells them they're "not too bad". In the face of this disappointment, their northern European-influenced sense of dignity will not allow them to complain too loudly lest they make a spectacle.
Somewhat counterintuitively, this psychological pathos of delicate and wounded pride is the derivation of the odd deference this group shows to other programs whose numbers overwhelm their own and from whom they long for respect. If Washington has a brand, it's "USC really respects us!" Or, "Did you know you can come to our games by boat!!!??!!!"
The Promethean plight of the Washington fan is his own identity and self-image.
It’s like someone looked into my soul and a stream of consciousness electrified their fingers. If you only could have worked a Reference to Sysiphus and the fact my mother never truly loved me it would have been perfect.
I think Washington's brand is the no-brand brand. The reason for this is that the culture of this place is too aloof and insecure for a brand. Brands are earned, and they are either flattering or goofy. Washington fans are too realistic for a faux flattering brand, and way too proud for a goofy one.
The program is supported by a sour puss and resentful fan base of pasty white sun dodgers who as a group are insanely yet quietly covetous of the attention received by other programs. "We're just as prestigious as they are," is the standard self-talk of this band of malcontents. Convinced they have all the goods to be among the most popular girls in school, the world tells them they're "not too bad". In the face of this disappointment, their northern European-influenced sense of dignity will not allow them to complain too loudly lest they make a spectacle.
Somewhat counterintuitively, this psychological pathos of delicate and wounded pride is the derivation of the odd deference this group shows to other programs whose numbers overwhelm their own and from whom they long for respect. If Washington has a brand, it's "USC really respects us!" Or, "Did you know you can come to our games by boat!!!??!!!"
The Promethean plight of the Washington fan is his own identity and self-image.
I've been claiming you are all a bunch of dorks literally since day one.
Turnover salmon is so fucking dumb please god stop, I don’t want to be made fun of by the cool kids at the play ground. God a Seafood Chain would sound way better, Christ a chain of all gold apples would be better but just a fucking Salmon I can see Espn eating is up right now, fuck we should do a chain of 3 gold cupcakes to throw shade at them.
This is how I know you wish you were an Oregon fan.
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This video is terrifying.
Victor E. Bull, LOOSE THE BRACKETS!
Its so fucking stupid its perfect, kinda like this place.
And I’ll fucking put all the blame on Dennis!