You made the game very enjoyable. You talked so much trash during the game, I didn't need to. I laughed as you mocked all of the Rams fans near us, including the guy you kept taking his hat. I was concerned for your well being as the guy you dubbed Stephen Jackson looked like he wanted to kill you. It's probably best that you took a little nap in the second half. I appreciated your comical trash talking and hope to see you at a game next year. Keep pounding
I live in the Charleston area and attended Sunday's game. On the way home the family stopped for dinner. There was a guy in a Giant's jersey seated near us, but he was quiet. My daughter spilled her tea near me and I jumped up before my white Newton jersey got a tea bath. I found it funny as I made jokes about my daughter. The Giant's fan made a comment that he wasn't upset to see that happen. I told him that my daughter handled her drink as well as Eli handled the ball. He then went back to sulking. I figured the Huddle would enjoy my moment of win.
I have a friend that buys me hot sauces whenever he goes on vacation. He seeks out one that will ensure gastric distress and rectal bleeding. His latest purchase was called Satan's Blood. The biggest complaint I have about this one is that is is crazy think, which makes adding a drop or two difficult. I put way to much in a bowl of chili which lead to physical pain later. My 16 year old daughter likes to try these pain inducing hot sauces my "friend" gives me. I warned her to not mess with this one as a little results in fiery shits. She had a friend spending the night when I warned her about this one. While I was working that night, the following conversation occurs via texts
Dumb ass daughter: Omg we tried your hot sauce
Dumb ass daughter: It burns
Dumb ass daughter Im gonna cut off my tounge
Me: Lmao, which hot sauce
Dumb ass daughter: Satan's blood
Dumb ass daughter: Yes
Me: fuging dumb asses. lol
Dumb ass daughter:It got on my finger cuz we wanted to smell it to see how hot it was so we decided to try it. and you know what stfu
Dumb ass daughter: I'm gonna puke
Me: Does it burn in your stomach?
Dumb ass daughter: it burns everywhere
Me: Antacid and wash your hands.
Dumb ass daughter ok thank you
(After about ten minutes)
Dumb ass daughter: ish
Me: next time use a chip and tomorrow is going to suck...
Dumb ass daughter: ugh
When I saw her the next day, she told me that she did not wash her hands thoroughly. She got the stuff in her eyes when she went to remover her contacts.
about Alice not being able to buy jokes, I have decided to do charity work for the rich little bitch titted cock monger. In this topic, I will mock any huddler who wishes to see what he should say instead of the inane dribble he sweats biscuits and gravy over as he toils to type each paragraph. I will do this until my wife and daughter come home with explosives for tonight. To be a good sport, I will start with me.
88 Bronco, what kind of white trash piece of poo are you? You clearly are a panthers fan and brag about having an old mustang that isn't even a classic. Your screen name indicates you have some other old ass Ford that should be turned into scrap. I am thankful that you still own those inferior poo boxes as I fear the metal recovered from those subpar vehicles might be used as wheel weights for my Bentley. Enjoy your Walmart existence Joe Dirt!