Can you please give us the backstory again why you are relevant to this conversation?
didn’t you steal Mav’s grammar school sweetheart?
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didn’t you steal Mav’s grammar school sweetheart?
I’ll need at least 12 reminders between now & then.
Does Bucee’s have a tattoo shop in it? Seems like it would be a great place for one.
May I give you 12 reminders who is reigning champ?
hint: it’s your ol’ pal, Kook.
Mav, there’s been an alligator siting in your neck of the woods. Time for you to graduate from shooting pole cats in your back yard. Grab your guns, hop on your ATV, head over to Marshall County & go get you some alligator skin boots, brother!
https://foxlexington.com/news/kentu...a-kentucky-park-may-have-an-unwelcomed-guest/
https://foxlexington.com/news/kentu...a-kentucky-park-may-have-an-unwelcomed-guest/
Holy hell Mav, you gotta go get that gator and make some sweet stirrups out of him.
Yep, I sure was earlier today.
If my memory serves me correctly, you were there yesterday. Correct?
First trip to a buc--eez. In gawrja just south of the chattahoochi city. On the way back from a week long Disney/universal combined experience with the fam. Have to say. Was exhausted from the trip. And hated all groups of ppl by then. So my takes are biased at the moment. Cheaper gas is good tho.
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2022 FFL Draft scheduled for August 28, 2022
Be there. Aloha.
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2022 FFL Draft scheduled for August 28, 2022
Be there. Aloha.
(end weekly reminder)
Are you going to get rid of some of the deadbeat teams this year?
We're down to 10 owners.
You
KS
Funky
Mav
Mash
Jerry
Forehead
Me
LEK
Kooky
Can't recall how much LEK participated last season.
LEK is a deadbeat owner!!!!
But I’m not sure what our league would be without deadbeats. Like Mav.
But I’m not sure what our league would be without deadbeats. Like Mav.
#3We're down to 10 owners.
9 turds & Your Reigning Champ, Kooky
Can't recall how much LEK participated last season.
Camper season for Wildcat BB players. Remember in 2019 when Nick Richards traumatized the little guys? Tradition continues. Fast forward 3 years and behold Lance Ware.
Guys, gals, trannies, non-binaries, otherkins, etc... lend me your ears. Something extraordinary happened to me this weekend and I feel compelled to share with you, my Wildcat friends. For the past few weeks I've been, well, drifting. Directionless. Through a combination of depression over nagging injuries and the resultant plummet in physical conditioning, I've been essentially rudderless -- like an F-14 adrift at sea AND BTW IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN MY NEW MOVIE THEN YOU'RE NOT A REAL AMERICAN. I mean, sure, I'd occasionally ****-post on the Twitter machine and cuss out politicians and aggravate anti-gun nuts who hate my beloved AR-15, but telling LGB to "f#ck off" just didn't give me the same thrill. And of course every now and then I'd peruse my fave porn sites to oogle titties and such, but something was different. I just couldn't seem to buy a thrill.
All that changed yesterday. I'm still tryin to fully understand exactly what happened. Honestly I don't think I'll ever be able to understand the full magnitude of the experience. I got out of bed at my usual 5:00 a.m. G.O.T. (God's Own Time). As I walked through the dimly-lit kitchen to the garage to begin my workout, I noticed "something" on the island. Since I could tell it wasn't moving and didn't have eight legs, I didn't even give it a second glance. However, about an hour later, as I was coming in for my mid-workout coffee rejuvenation, I was struck by lightning. This is what I saw...
It's hard to describe the full range emotions than shot through every fiber of my being at the speed of light the instant I realized what I was staring at. The nearest Buc-ee's is at least 3.5 hours away and no one in the household has made the pilgrimage yet. WTF was going on? My mind reeled, my heart raced, beads of sweat appeared on my forehead and I'm pretty sure I began speaking in tongues. I stared at the inexplicable bag of chocolatey manna that buck-toothed beaver had divinely conjured for what seemed like hours. I was simultaneously terrified and exhilarated by the miracle I had just witnessed. I wanted to eat them, of course -- as if they were some sort of fructose-infused communion wafers -- but I was sore afraid. What if this was some devilish trick? What if opening the bag unleashed a band of hairy, flat-tailed furies to melt my face? Or was it simply the Great Beaver giving me a sign? I couldn't be sure.
Stunned, I simply returned to the garage to finish my workout and contemplate what had happened. Sadly, when I came back to the kitchen the bag was gone. I'm still not certain this wasn't merely a hallucination brought on by a combination of copious THC ingestion (in the form of a self-contained pen), several droppers full of raspberry flavored oil, and a large glass of Bailey's and vodka flavored with Hershey's syrup the night before. No matter though, because I'm now a believer. All hail the beaver.
All that changed yesterday. I'm still tryin to fully understand exactly what happened. Honestly I don't think I'll ever be able to understand the full magnitude of the experience. I got out of bed at my usual 5:00 a.m. G.O.T. (God's Own Time). As I walked through the dimly-lit kitchen to the garage to begin my workout, I noticed "something" on the island. Since I could tell it wasn't moving and didn't have eight legs, I didn't even give it a second glance. However, about an hour later, as I was coming in for my mid-workout coffee rejuvenation, I was struck by lightning. This is what I saw...
It's hard to describe the full range emotions than shot through every fiber of my being at the speed of light the instant I realized what I was staring at. The nearest Buc-ee's is at least 3.5 hours away and no one in the household has made the pilgrimage yet. WTF was going on? My mind reeled, my heart raced, beads of sweat appeared on my forehead and I'm pretty sure I began speaking in tongues. I stared at the inexplicable bag of chocolatey manna that buck-toothed beaver had divinely conjured for what seemed like hours. I was simultaneously terrified and exhilarated by the miracle I had just witnessed. I wanted to eat them, of course -- as if they were some sort of fructose-infused communion wafers -- but I was sore afraid. What if this was some devilish trick? What if opening the bag unleashed a band of hairy, flat-tailed furies to melt my face? Or was it simply the Great Beaver giving me a sign? I couldn't be sure.
Stunned, I simply returned to the garage to finish my workout and contemplate what had happened. Sadly, when I came back to the kitchen the bag was gone. I'm still not certain this wasn't merely a hallucination brought on by a combination of copious THC ingestion (in the form of a self-contained pen), several droppers full of raspberry flavored oil, and a large glass of Bailey's and vodka flavored with Hershey's syrup the night before. No matter though, because I'm now a believer. All hail the beaver.
^ Required reading for Mash.
Thank you. Well said. I'll ensure a stop at every available Buc-ee's between here and SE KY (3 locations) in a few weeks so I may fully appreciate the Great Beaver.
Thank you. Well said. I'll ensure a stop at every available Buc-ee's between here and SE KY (3 locations) in a few weeks so I may fully appreciate the Great Beaver.
Mav, you just experienced the return of Jesus. THe came down uponeth and blessed you with a bag of Buccee's.
This morning, I had a similar type of wtf situation that I still can't figure out exactly. It's a poop situation. Avarian poop. I walk out to my car, parked in my attached carport, and there's a big mess of purple bird **** right up inside the corner, next to the ceiling of my attached carport. It defies science far as I can tell. There is only one way that bird put his **** in that spot, and I drew it up just so we're all clear what this bastard bird did. He somehow perched himself vertically upside down and **** where no other bird could possibly ****.
gdit how do i post a stupid picture on here???? Sick of this crap.
This morning, I had a similar type of wtf situation that I still can't figure out exactly. It's a poop situation. Avarian poop. I walk out to my car, parked in my attached carport, and there's a big mess of purple bird **** right up inside the corner, next to the ceiling of my attached carport. It defies science far as I can tell. There is only one way that bird put his **** in that spot, and I drew it up just so we're all clear what this bastard bird did. He somehow perched himself vertically upside down and **** where no other bird could possibly ****.
gdit how do i post a stupid picture on here???? Sick of this crap.
Between birds shitting upside down and chocolate beaver nuggets magically appearing out of nowhere, some very strange things are happening.
Something’s happening alright. It’s called the apocalypse.
I spent 5 minutes crafting an accurate painting of the poopetrator with wings, and I can't even figure out how to post that crap. HAVE CATPAW MANAGEMENT CALL ME ASAP.
Funky can help you with that...but you’ll have to wait until around August 10th or so.
Robins are vindictive poopers.
a pair of robins have been perching on rear view
Mirrors and having mass diarrhea sessions on ours and neighbors cars. Someone mustve effed with their nest.
I mean the flow of crap down the doors is
Niagradmatic.
a pair of robins have been perching on rear view
Mirrors and having mass diarrhea sessions on ours and neighbors cars. Someone mustve effed with their nest.
I mean the flow of crap down the doors is
Niagradmatic.
Not sure if that is an an actual word or not...but if not it most certainly should be.
Obey the Great Beaver...obey the Great Beaver...
I have a vague memory of breaking down the final Karate Kid fight (where Daniel ridiculously employed the "crane" pose to temporarily hypnotize Johnny into leading with his face) years ago before we fought the revolution with the D-League, and I was reminded of this after seeing this tweet...