DecadePlusLurker

ND does have a right to complain about Bama getting skullfricked and not dropping, but not nearly as much right to complain as BYU.

The bottleneck teams should've been ranked: UM, BYU, ND, Bama


Still, frick ND. Join a conference you crybabies.

Tldr: whiffed on a diamond in the rough to frick my fat ex, even though said diamond had already greenlit a threesome with said fat ex

In my early 20s, I lucked into a nerdy girl-next-door type. Despite being a little bit off and having theater geek energy, she was a really cute fake redhead with strikingly blue eyes, great C's, and just the right size bubble butt for her frame. Weighed 120ish. Homebody/bookworm. A bit mousy but not ugly, and she cleaned up like a gem. The type of woman most men overlook without any idea what they're passing on. The sex was unreal. Within a few months, we were over the moon for each other.

She was the most submissive woman I've ever been with, and I like em warped, so that's saying something. (I only bring that up to set up the story of how I blew it.)

My ex had just gotten back into town for the summer after her junior year of college. Long story short, the ex hits me up wanting to see me when she gets back, and she suggests a threesome with me and the new girl. New girl isn't sure at first, but ends up agreeing and even seeming excited. So I, being the cocky 20-something guy that I was, assume that if she doesn't mind me fricking my ex in front of her, she certainly won't mind me fricking her 1-on-1 for old times' sake, right?

So I went to lunch with my ex the day she got home. One thing leads to another, and I end up hate fricking her fat arse to sleep. And I had my head so far up my arse that I actually told the new girl about it the next day, nonchalantly as can be, expecting it to be no big deal. She was devastated.

That was that. We didn't break it off immediately, but it was over in a week or less. I ended up back with my fat bitch ex, who would leave me out of the blue within the year. I'm not sure that the theater geek girl and I would've been viable longterm, but she thought I hung the moon before I did what I did, and our chemistry (sexual, conversational, etc.) was like nothing I've ever found with anyone else. I don't ruminate over her like I used to, but I can't say I don't wonder on occasion what she's doing, and if she ever thinks of me, "us," etc.

Sloppy head


with popping sounds

Details are on reddit and they're fricking disgusting

He did, just with extra steps

It would be Plauche:30 for me too

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Better than the rumors floating around about Hamilton Christian Academy in LCH.

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Hadn't heard about that. Searched for the school name + reddit, and I wish I hadn't.

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El Chico was the best…you could rave all night to techno then get fried ice cream when the sun came up

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Care to elaborate? I'm younger than most of the board, so I missed out on (but am fascinated by) the 80s/90s BR party scene. Rolling all night and eating fried ice cream for breakfast at a Mexican joint sounds like a great time as a degenerate college kid :lol:

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Videos from concertgoers were uploaded within minutes, shaky footage filled with flashes of light and automatic gunfire. Soon the theory emerged - there must have been more than one shooter.

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This happened. I saw a clip just like that. It seemed to be near the stage, like the camera person was hiding and filming at the same time. Then you see someone run across the screen from right to left with their arms out as if brandishing a rifle, and then you see bright flashes and hear rapid rifle fire.

There were also clips of different POVs from around the casino, such as the valet area, where you can clearly hear several distinct calibers of guns being fired at the same time, with different "tones" and cadences- clearly not just an echo effect.

I and a few friends were all over the net for a few days watching videos that have since been memory-holed. I've always been convinced there was more than one shooter that night.

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You think he’s laughed at more than coach O was?

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Miles and O were both media darlings, until the game passed them by. There was a bit of a freak show element in the media's coverage of both coaches, what with the funny hat, grass eating, and goofy accents, but the media loved Miles and O at LSU.

Kelly? He isn't likable or funny enough to gloss over his deficiencies like Miles and O were. He's an a-hole, yet he isn't successful enough to play the Saban "I'm an a-hole, but any school would kill to have me" card.

And then, more perplexingly than anything else, he lacks the self-awareness and self-control to just stfu. Coach speak exists for a reason. Answer the media's questions without saying too much of anything, because you don't want to tip your hand, throw your players under the bus, give an opponent bulletin board material, set yourself up to eat crow, etc., etc. Kelly does all that shite. Punching tables, Fam Ugh Lee, Tik Toks with decommits, "Judge me on year 3," "See y'all in the natty," etc., etc.

His ego is too big to just shut up and coach, and he's so arrogant that he thinks he's the smartest guy in the room, even after rushing for 50-something yds against the worst rush D in the conference.

tldr: despite Miles and O's cartoonish personas, Kelly is a laughing stock on an entirely different level. And that's before talking hardware.

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