I once thought I was in line behind one of you guys at Husky Stadium.
My friend asked me a question and I said (a little too loudly), “81 percent chance.”
When the person in front of me gave me an annoyed/quizzical look, I knew I was mistaken.
In my defense I was going to say something but then I saw you were a woman. And being a giant incel, I couldn't muster the courage to start a conversation.
When walking up to a table of fellow Dwags in a bar, simply ask if that establishment has a Cab that drinks like a Merlot
The first HH poster to approach the table was @LawDawg1 who asked if I’d seen Pat Haden to which I replied, don’t you mean St Pat Haden?
That’s pretty good. I cheated, because @TommySQC showed me a picture of you, so all I had to do was look for 550lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal in a Dave Hoffman jersey.
When walking up to a table of fellow Dwags in a bar, simply ask if that establishment has a Cab that drinks like a Merlot
The first HH poster to approach the table was @LawDawg1 who asked if I’d seen Pat Haden to which I replied, don’t you mean St Pat Haden?
That’s pretty good. I cheated, because @TommySQC showed me a picture of you, so all I had to do was look for 550lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal in a Dave Hoffman jersey.
Looks like a brick shit house. Ginger asked about starting a fight with um fans and I said only if you bring Nacho. Thankfully the ginger was able to handle his drinks and it didn’t come to that.
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My friend asked me a question and I said (a little too loudly), “81 percent chance.”
When the person in front of me gave me an annoyed/quizzical look, I knew I was mistaken.
Lookfeel for me, I'll be the guym with chapped, purple hands. Woof!