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It's ok I posted, Freshman Initiation time boy!
In the south manners matter and the extended hand from Brick made it seem like home. After a firm handshake he continued to get dressed. As he walked out the field house Jimmy thought about what Rafa said, Fuck yes. I love parties, hope they're as good as Houston's. Of course Sentinel State has better parties, that's why Jimmy woke up in twisted sheets, bare ass naked and with a searing headache. The headache was quite unusual, Jimmy was hung over, but this was over the top. Sitting on his bed Jimmy thought back to the very beginning... beginning ... beginning ...
Jimmy pulled his put on his sleeveless hoodie. The essence of cool Busta, the essence of cool. he reassured himself in his head. Jimmy didn't never really had esteem issues, but the little mental boost helps produce the aura of cockiness everybody knows and loves. Aloud he said,
"I'm Ralph Macchio, but with better abs." Sure he see's himself as the Karate Kid, but how can you even win at without rituals. So with his winning mantra already said Jimmy went to the lounge, expecting gringos and gangster rap. Jimmy pushed the door open and saw he was right, but it wasn't just white people it a veritable rainbow of color. They had black girls, white girls, half Chinese half Japanese girls, and they had the Latinas. Before he went to go integrate he stopped by the fully stocked bar to grab a two beers for him and the mexican chick he saw in the back. Before he could go talk he heard somebody yell
"Freshman Initiation!" Hijo de puta, son of a bitch! Ol' Jimbo got interrupted from working his magic and of course Jimmy never knew that Initiation was the whole reason this party existed.
Jimmy pulled his put on his sleeveless hoodie. The essence of cool Busta, the essence of cool. he reassured himself in his head. Jimmy didn't never really had esteem issues, but the little mental boost helps produce the aura of cockiness everybody knows and loves. Aloud he said,
"I'm Ralph Macchio, but with better abs." Sure he see's himself as the Karate Kid, but how can you even win at without rituals. So with his winning mantra already said Jimmy went to the lounge, expecting gringos and gangster rap. Jimmy pushed the door open and saw he was right, but it wasn't just white people it a veritable rainbow of color. They had black girls, white girls, half Chinese half Japanese girls, and they had the Latinas. Before he went to go integrate he stopped by the fully stocked bar to grab a two beers for him and the mexican chick he saw in the back. Before he could go talk he heard somebody yell
"Freshman Initiation!" Hijo de puta, son of a bitch! Ol' Jimbo got interrupted from working his magic and of course Jimmy never knew that Initiation was the whole reason this party existed.
QueenOfTheBee said
HOW DID YOU DO THATEdit: Oh god using Kevin Hart as Adam makes everything so much better :D
If you restart enough you return a punt and kick off return.
Jimmy rolled out of bed and stumbled to his dresser to find his bottle of tequila. After a shot he woke up, nothing wakes him up better. Walking away he thought, What the hell, conditioning is easy. Jimmy took another shot and got dressed. He took a step outside and marveled at the weather, it was perfect. Taking the somewhat short jog from the Watch Tower Jimmy arrived at the practice field's field house.
The locker room was abuzz with the preseason excitement. The other freshman who didn't make it seemed to be following around that hot shot Rafa like a cult following. The only other Russian in football Bustamante could even think of was the kicker in an old Simpsons episode, but race never mattered to Jimmy. People always used to tell him he was a dirty beaner who wouldn't amount to anything, but look where he is now. After his moment of personal reflection Jimmy hurried getting dressed and made his way out just in time to hear Coach.
Jimmy hated stretching, well hate is a strong word. At this moment all he wanted to do was fuck shit up and maybe show off a bit. He heard Brick say,
“How soon til we make the pads start popping coach?! I got a fever! And the only prescription is some good ol' contact!” Jimmy knew exactly how he felt. On the field his veins ran with a mixture of hot lead, grain alcohol, and adrenaline. Luckily it wasn't too long before stretches ended and they separated into Indy O and Indy D.
Against one of the practice team Wide Receivers, Jimmy was ready. The tingles down his spine told his it was time to be amazing. The QB hiked it and the 6'6" corner let the Wide Receiver hit the 3 yard mark before he smashed him before the pass was even completed. Technically it was legal, but the Defensive Back coach still sent him to tough the upright since he was supposed to run . After Jimmy made it back he hopped to the front and hoped the QB was ready for an interception.
The locker room was abuzz with the preseason excitement. The other freshman who didn't make it seemed to be following around that hot shot Rafa like a cult following. The only other Russian in football Bustamante could even think of was the kicker in an old Simpsons episode, but race never mattered to Jimmy. People always used to tell him he was a dirty beaner who wouldn't amount to anything, but look where he is now. After his moment of personal reflection Jimmy hurried getting dressed and made his way out just in time to hear Coach.
Jimmy hated stretching, well hate is a strong word. At this moment all he wanted to do was fuck shit up and maybe show off a bit. He heard Brick say,
“How soon til we make the pads start popping coach?! I got a fever! And the only prescription is some good ol' contact!” Jimmy knew exactly how he felt. On the field his veins ran with a mixture of hot lead, grain alcohol, and adrenaline. Luckily it wasn't too long before stretches ended and they separated into Indy O and Indy D.
Against one of the practice team Wide Receivers, Jimmy was ready. The tingles down his spine told his it was time to be amazing. The QB hiked it and the 6'6" corner let the Wide Receiver hit the 3 yard mark before he smashed him before the pass was even completed. Technically it was legal, but the Defensive Back coach still sent him to tough the upright since he was supposed to run . After Jimmy made it back he hopped to the front and hoped the QB was ready for an interception.
Didos how do you feel about the best QB and the best CB having a rivalry that grows out cockiness about their abilities.
With the Texan on all madden Didos
I just molested the 49ers on madden 25
Tyrone was fresh off the plane at LA international, It was a nice day to wear shorts he thought. With a large grin he got into his courtesy limo and told the driver to take him to up to Camp Pendleton. His childhood friend, Charlie, was there and after the draft he wanted to surprise him. It was going good, the limo just pulled out of L.A. and only 60 miles were left. Tyrone hated car rides and put in his ear buds and just let the music consume him. That's when the car skidded to a stop,
"What the fuck man! I almost died." That's when Tyrone saw the driver draped across wheel. He leaned through the little window and shook him. All Tyrone could think say was,
"Fuck, this isn't happening." He pulled out his phone and dialed 911. After a moment of waiting the dispatcher just said the line was busy.
"Damnit," he said as he slapped the chair and that's when he heard a groan, " Thank the Lord. Are you ok?" Another groan followed then the driver turned to to Tyrone. Happy that the driver was alive Tyrone told him that the line was busy, but he was going to call back. All the driver did was make gutteral sounds. Something seemed very wrong Tyrone thought. His suspicions were confirmed when he began thrash in his seat. Tyrone began to reach foreward to help, but the driver began to to try to bite his hand. He withdrew it quickly, that was the moment when Tyrone looked out the window and saw the walkers who were slowly approaching the limo. Tyrone's mind reverted to the streets and he jumped door checked the nearest zombie and hopped out of the car. He knew the camp was somewhere in north, all he had to do was follow the road, that's not what Tyrone did. He ran and juked out a zombie and headed down the hill trying to escape the few walking towards him. He ran through the sparse trees and was glad he was an athlete.
Tyrone knew the road was going to be tough, but nothing prepares you for an outbreak and a 60 mile run. He had to go from place to place, the first time he broke into a house and found a family. They almost killed him, but somehow Tyrone convinced the family to stay for the night. The family never told him about their son who had a raging fever. He still hears their screams in his dreams. Tyrone went looking for food near a convenience store near an apartment building when a group of walkers trapped him in an ally. He was lucky there was a fire escape, however it's ladder was up. Again Tyrone was glad to be a premier athlete as he jumped up and pulled himself up. After spending the night in an apartment he decided to look for supplies after he found an empty backpack. Most of the apartment was cleared out except for a can of peaches and a rack of knives. He carefully wrapped the knives in rags and put them in his bag. The entire 60 mile trip took four days and he arrived at the open gate covered in sweat and fell down in front of the soldiers.
"What the fuck man! I almost died." That's when Tyrone saw the driver draped across wheel. He leaned through the little window and shook him. All Tyrone could think say was,
"Fuck, this isn't happening." He pulled out his phone and dialed 911. After a moment of waiting the dispatcher just said the line was busy.
"Damnit," he said as he slapped the chair and that's when he heard a groan, " Thank the Lord. Are you ok?" Another groan followed then the driver turned to to Tyrone. Happy that the driver was alive Tyrone told him that the line was busy, but he was going to call back. All the driver did was make gutteral sounds. Something seemed very wrong Tyrone thought. His suspicions were confirmed when he began thrash in his seat. Tyrone began to reach foreward to help, but the driver began to to try to bite his hand. He withdrew it quickly, that was the moment when Tyrone looked out the window and saw the walkers who were slowly approaching the limo. Tyrone's mind reverted to the streets and he jumped door checked the nearest zombie and hopped out of the car. He knew the camp was somewhere in north, all he had to do was follow the road, that's not what Tyrone did. He ran and juked out a zombie and headed down the hill trying to escape the few walking towards him. He ran through the sparse trees and was glad he was an athlete.
Tyrone knew the road was going to be tough, but nothing prepares you for an outbreak and a 60 mile run. He had to go from place to place, the first time he broke into a house and found a family. They almost killed him, but somehow Tyrone convinced the family to stay for the night. The family never told him about their son who had a raging fever. He still hears their screams in his dreams. Tyrone went looking for food near a convenience store near an apartment building when a group of walkers trapped him in an ally. He was lucky there was a fire escape, however it's ladder was up. Again Tyrone was glad to be a premier athlete as he jumped up and pulled himself up. After spending the night in an apartment he decided to look for supplies after he found an empty backpack. Most of the apartment was cleared out except for a can of peaches and a rack of knives. He carefully wrapped the knives in rags and put them in his bag. The entire 60 mile trip took four days and he arrived at the open gate covered in sweat and fell down in front of the soldiers.
Just found this http://tinypic.com/r/dczkfk/8
KnightsTemplar said
Scott McKenna. Freshman. Criminal Justice (+ psychology) Male. Spartanburg South Carolina. Spartanburg High School. Defensive line/ 99 6´4"/ 255Biography: Personality: Appearance(I'll fill in the rest of it thursday night, what's the school colors?)
Lovin' the J.J. Swat.
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