That's the picture I was talking about in the races thread. Funny, he claimed he only had one or two at the track. I think he needs to step into a math class tomorrow and give his head a shake.
I think one or two pitchers is still a little conservative!! as far as your lethargic play is concerned, I think you should have a couple the night before every game because obviously you were confused and actually left the center circle on numerous occasions!
I forgot that I left the center circle. It was probably during the EIGHT times that I set your sorry ass up for a goal and you only scored once. Bastard.
That was your mistake because unfortunately I was in worse shape than you were! Why would you pass to me? Then again after your shooting display last week I would pass to. one out of the twelve I believe actually hit the net!! PUTZ!!
No comment. All I know is that I'm not passing the ball to you this weekend, as I am personally GUARANTEEING a goal from the Captain this week. That's right, a guarantee. I will give the stakes later on this week, when I finally sober up from Saturday.
Back on topic gentlemen. This thread is to discuss the ugly mug that is thankfully hidden behind the balaclava. Take the school banter back to the T-Town thread.
I've seen this kind before. He's one of those Beer Commandos from the Canadian Special Forces. They call them Barroom Heroes. These guys are unreal. They can live for weeks on Kraft Dinner alone. They don't feel pain (too drunk) and are so brave that they could see Rita McNeil naked and still get a chub on. If you see one of these guys around, whatever you do, do not try to take their booze away!!