There is no tapping out in football

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Originally Posted by Demonpenz

The year was 1991. Pearl Jam's Ten Album went up the adult Rock Charts. I was too busy wearing out my fishnet t shirt and right said fred tape. This was right around the big meth boom of the early 90's. Anyway I couldn't find anything to smoke the good stuff with so I decided to snort it off a spork from taco bell before going to a party in a dudes barn in Atchison KS. I walked in (at this time I was benching a hefty 214 or so, and I start talking shit about Amelia Earhardt. I was talking about how she couldn't turn right on red this, how she ate zebracakes that, and this dude comes up to me and pokes me in the chest all pokey like and was like "Dude, you better chill out before I go all dinasoaur Jr on you" so I take out my switch blade comb and come my hair forward to signal to everyone in the barn that it was "go time" he starts out with a swing across my face and lunges in and gets stuck in my fishnet shit. My friend Snhooogs. Starts pumping my song through the Hi-Fi. I come up with a giant upercut like balrog in street fighter II championchip edition with turbo turned on. I then poured bartles and james all over his girlfriend and got out of there in my Plymouth Turismo.

wow, just wow.