just landed at SeaTac. First game in years. What's the prefunk like? TheRam? E-1? Padelford? Anyone hosting? I'll bring a half rack and chips/dip
If I knew it was gonna be this kind of party I would've stuck my dick in the mashed potatoes.
I can't find the fetters mustard image lol
Fuck yeah I'll fight you all
I have been trying to pass the time without going nuts - that is why I loved early 12::30 games. I never had time to annoy the hell out of everyone around me and managed to stay somewhat sober before kickoff. God I hate late kickoffs and being too drunk to remember them.
I have been trying to pass the time without going nuts - that is why I loved early 12::30 games. I never had time to annoy the hell out of everyone around me and managed to stay somewhat sober before kickoff. God I hate late kickoffs and being too drunk to remember them. Oh, the memories of the 12:30 kickoff. First, breakfast beers to clear the cob webs from the night before. Next, got to be at old WA state liquor store on Roosevelt at 9 am. Fake ID ok'd, thank you very much, and everyone has their pint of jack neatly hid in sock under Levi's. Then the walk through the quad/red square for early seating in student section. Pint is gone before kickoff so drop it under student section bleachers and then climb scaffolding underneath. Grab unattended booze from the feet of some other unsuspecting student. UW destroys some outclassed opponent. Stumble home. Puke. Shower. Then bar hop in pioneer square. Wake up next day with no idea what happened the night before. Wait for husky highlights with Don James and Bruce King to catch up on game I missed. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
I have been trying to pass the time without going nuts - that is why I loved early 12::30 games. I never had time to annoy the hell out of everyone around me and managed to stay somewhat sober before kickoff. God I hate late kickoffs and being too drunk to remember them. Oh, the memories of the 12:30 kickoff. First, breakfast beers to clear the cob webs from the night before. Next, got to be at old WA state liquor store on Roosevelt at 9 am. Fake ID ok'd, thank you very much, and everyone has their pint of jack neatly hid in sock under Levi's. Then the walk through the quad/red square for early seating in student section. Pint is gone before kickoff so drop it under student section bleachers and then climb scaffolding underneath. Grab unattended booze from the feet of some other unsuspecting student. UW destroys some outclassed opponent. Stumble home. Puke. Shower. Then bar hop in pioneer square. Wake up next day with no idea what happened the night before. Wait for husky highlights with Don James and Bruce King to catch up on game I missed. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Wake up. Smoke bowl and and drink breakfast beer to clear the cob webs. Tell dude in your bed to go home. Smoke another bowl. Get in a game of TF2. Stumble down 45th to the apartments by Petco. Smoke more bowls with brohards. Pound a couple of Hales. Decide an hour before game you'd rather stay at apartment and smoke more instead of watching Ty get ass blasted live. Pass out in the 2nd quarter while game is already in hand on TV.
I have been trying to pass the time without going nuts - that is why I loved early 12::30 games. I never had time to annoy the hell out of everyone around me and managed to stay somewhat sober before kickoff. God I hate late kickoffs and being too drunk to remember them. Oh, the memories of the 12:30 kickoff. First, breakfast beers to clear the cob webs from the night before. Next, got to be at old WA state liquor store on Roosevelt at 9 am. Fake ID ok'd, thank you very much, and everyone has their pint of jack neatly hid in sock under Levi's. Then the walk through the quad/red square for early seating in student section. Pint is gone before kickoff so drop it under student section bleachers and then climb scaffolding underneath. Grab unattended booze from the feet of some other unsuspecting student. UW destroys some outclassed opponent. Stumble home. Puke. Shower. Then bar hop in pioneer square. Wake up next day with no idea what happened the night before. Wait for husky highlights with Don James and Bruce King to catch up on game I missed. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Wake up. Smoke bowl and and drink breakfast beer to clear the cob webs. Tell dude in your bed to go home. Smoke another bowl. Get in a game of TF2. Stumble down 45th to the apartments by Petco. Smoke more bowls with brohards. Pound a couple of Hales. Decide an hour before game you'd rather stay at apartment and smoke more instead of watching Ty get ass blasted live. Pass out in the 2nd quarter while game is already in hand on TV. TF2???What is this, 2006?
