Damaramu

Umm......invent a time machine? But anyways the message I'm trying to get across is....it's ok. We don't look down upon you. You don't have to make this story up to impress us faceless strangers.

I don't think there's anything wrong with him being a virgin. Now there'll be a big problem if he's so desperate he's made up this fake story to make himself feel better. Dude.....there's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. It'll come....it'll come. Believe me I thought I'd never get any then I did. And it was good.....though I wish I'd waited but still......if *I* can get some then there's hope for everyone.

Please. Philly is far from a "hell hole". One of the most historical cities in the entire country, as well as having a weatlh of stuff to do/see, ranging form all 4 major sports (as well as minor ones like lacrosse & indoor soccer) to cultural points of interest (Art Museum, Franklin Institute, etc.) to a thriving nightlife scene. Like any major city, there's parts of the city you don't want to get caught in after dark, but to call Philly a "hell hole" is rather misinformed. The stadium sure sounds like a hell hole.

Well there's another INT. God I don't think The Colts can do this.

Damn this NE team already looks leagues better than the Colts. Like I've said.......if the Pats win tonight I pick them to win it all.

Where the hell is the big update!? Did you run out of shitty romance novels that your mom owns? The idea well dried up? Come on! Put something together! Read some Shakespeare...that'll give you some story ideas.

Whoa whoa......you're telling me football now is worse than football in the 90's? When you knew who was going to win the Super Bowl at the beginning of the season? When the richest teams had all the good players? These days anyone can win and you don't know what will happen. I mean these playoffs have been some of the most exciting in a long time. And I figured everyone would say Basketball now. I used to watch when I was a kid back in the days of Jordan and such but now it's just boring. And they all seem to be overpaid kids that think they're god.

http://sports.espn.go.com/ncf/news/story?id=1711300 http://www.soonersports.com/ViewArticle.db...00&ATCLID=31435 So Bo Pelini goes to OU after being fired with the rest of Nebraska's coaching staff by Callahan. From what I understand Pelini is a great coach and all of the kids at Nebraska absolutely love him so I get that the general consensus was that it was a bad move by Callahan. Now if OU's defense improves over the next few seasons and Nebraska's worsens then Callahan may look even worse..........god I think this Callahan/Nebraska thing is going to be such a disaster.

*Beavis voice* Bon Jovi? There was this one song that was alright....... *Butthead voice* Dammit Beavis! How many times do I have to tell you? Bon Jovi sucks! *Beavis* Oh..oh..oh yeah.

That's what I got my first semester of college, and it all went down hill from there. Really I did terrible my first year of college......and now I'm moving up.

Another name from The Simpsons.......or at least I thought. I dunno reading your posts you really could drink rat milk.

This is really going to look terrible if when OU and Nebraska play each other OU walks all over them and there defense is more of a brick wall than it has been. If they start forcing more turnovers then we really know Pelini is helping. Plus Pelini has better talent to work with at OU than he did at Nebraska. Oh and........is everyone in the college football world a former friend of Bob Stoops or something? Jeez.........the guy knows everyone.

Anything's gotta be better than that Snoop Dogg shit during the halftime of the Sugar Bowl.

Folks we don't like to see anyone get hurt. This is just a freak accident. We were having a match and this just went horribley horribley wrong. They realized how deep and serious and emotional we sounded when Owen Hart died so they're going to milk our reaction for everything they can because they have no souls.

You pretty much have to be a dumbass to get lower than a 3.8 in high school. Well, either a dumbass or a slacker. Well then there were a lot of dumbasses and slackers around here.

No you didn't......unless your hair dryer is The Simpsons. Anyways the guy in my sig is Damaramu. The funniest anime character ever IMO.

A gay man trapped in a chick's body. Ja, sounds like a soap opera plot. Right, so I'm dumb that I didn't know? Please...like I keep up with 70s movies. I don't think anyone called you dumb........quit assuming.

I think once again they are saying that they are underrated in the eyes of the WWE and not us. If you were to look at it that way then yes.....Benoit and Guerrerro are underrated.

What sucks the most is that I went from having a 3.8-4.0(it always varied) in High School to a 2.49 in College. Damn you OU.

I was just going to say this, but you beat me to it. Just truly horrible. Jason What happened here? I remember hearing a story about the Dolphins/Patriots game. You know the one in the snow where the Pats dominated. Well some lady was wearing a Dolphins jersey and left during the 3rd quarter. She was cornered and beaten by a bunch of Pats fans.

Individual professors do it on tests and such but it shows up at just the straight letter on our Permanent record.

It was an unwritten rule for a while. Then Sakura wished death on me and Dr.Tom banned her. She complained to Dames that she didn't understand the rule so he let her back in and then clearly put it in the rules so that nobody can ever use that excuse again. That's how it became official.

Yeah I'd love to go on the Real World and make up a fake past to make myself seem all complicated and stuff. I'd actually ask the producers if they wanted me to be all crazy and be a dumb/loud drunk, just so they could get some good television. I'm loving this Real World because there is so much "drama" and it makes for great television. Plus when Cameran said "I brought my vibrator," I marked out. Anytime that I hear that a hot girl masturbates, it's awesome. I think I'd actually act all reclusive and like a jerk. I'd be the most boring guest on the show. I'd bring all of my video games and never leave my room. I'd drop hints at my past and act all offended when people tell me I'm not social. Then on the 2nd to last episode I'd drop my the bomb that is my fake past, more elaborate than "I killed someone." it'd be like this. *the roomates are all gathered in the living room. They call J.R. in because he has been way to reclusive and they want to know what his problem is.* Random Big titted blonde: J.R. what's wrong? You haven't said more than 3 words to any of us the whole time we've been living here! And you always do very strange things....kind of cryptic. What's wrong? Dumb Drunken Guy I: Yeah! You haven't even had any beers with us! Me: I don't drink......... Dumb Drunken Guy II: Everyone drinks! Me: I hate alcohol.....it destroyed my life. Dumb Drunken Guy I: Oh........ Asian Girl: What? How could it do that!? Token Black Guy: Yeah man! What happened!? Tell us! I mean we're your friends! Me: I have no friends........ Big Titted Brunette: Oh come on........ Me: You really want to know!? Everyone: YES! Me: Fine.......I grew up on a farm in southern Oklahoma. My adopted brother Boris was a large Russian that would get drunk and start fights with my dad. One night they were both so drunk they started fighting in the barn. Boris got carried away and killed my father. I didn't know this and the next day I was going to feed the cows. I was gathering hay out of the loft and I found my father's body in there. His head was turned around...a broken neck. I automatically knew that it was Boris. He was the only bruiser that could do this. I went back to the house and my mom was there. She said Boris had hit her and fled after drinking every last drop of liquor in the house. I knew I had to act fast. Alcohol gave the big Russian a scary strength. I quickly grabbed my father's shotgun and Colt revolver. I put on a tanktop and a pair of combat fatigues and I was out the door. I went about a mile down the road and got my friend Tommy. He was the best tracker I'd ever met. He grabbed his rifle and we took off tracking the big russian. We followed the tracks through the pasture and into the woods. He had a great head start. We followed the empty vodka bottles and half eaten woodland creatures for about a day. Then it happened. We thought we saw him. We split up and I were forming an ambush when we realized it was just a bear sleeping. I was on the ground and Tommy was up high in the rocks. I turned to tell him it was a false alarm and then I saw Boris rise up behind him. I tried to yell but Boris was to quick. He picked Tommy up over his head and brought him down across his knee. Tommy's spine was immediately broken in two. I pulled the Shotgun and began to shoot. The kosak quickly used Tommy as a shield and I realized I'd just shot my best friend to death. The bear ran in fear as the shots were fired and I dashed out into the clearing. Boris lifted Tommy high and threw him at me. I was stunned when my friend landed on me and Boris began to run. He was strong but I was much faster than he was. I followed him up a trail...I could tell we'd made into Texas by now and we were climbing into the hills. As I went up the hill a rock hit me. I looked up to find Boris at the top of the hill, shirtless displaying all of his 7'4" and 500 pounds of muscle. He was hurling giant rocks in my direction and I had to dodge them. One hit my arm...taking the shotgun out of my hand and nearly breaking it. I had nothing but the colt and my raw determination. I continued up the hill dodging the clumsily thrown rocks until I made it to the clearing on the top of the hill. Apparently a farmer used this as grazing land for his sheep. There was Boris waiting for me surrouned by the devils that went "bah". I charged him and we became entwined in immortal combat. He broke one of my arms quickly and tried to get the other one...but I was to quick. I brought my knee up into his face several times. He let me go and I came down and deliverd a hard kick to his knee failing the beast. I stepped back and drew the revolver. "See you in hell you russian beast" i said and I fired 3 times...into his chest. The beast was unphased. I was astounded as he charged into me and sent me flying across the clearing. The sheep began to stampede over me and I was quickly worse off than I had been when I landed. He was coming fast now like a charging bull. I drew the revolver and took aim. I fired one well placed shot between his eyes. The beast stood there for a second as the pain began to register with his punctured brain. Then he hit the ground...shaking the area. I cried at the pain and all the death that I had endured in the past few days. Then I cut the giants head off and held it up to the sky giving my war cry. After that the US government came to me and informed me that I had killed the last of the Russian Spies that had infiltrated America's farmlands in the 60's. They were raised by us with a special knowledge chip in there heads that would teach them everything they needed to know about combat and the Capitalist pigs! The government told me to never speak of it again or they'd kill me. That's my story. Drunken Guy: No way!? You expect us to believe that! *a group of highly trained actors dressed up as government swat agents come running into the house with there automatic rifles drawn* Agent: Everyone freeze! Witness 2080342 you are under arrest for divulging government secrets! Let's go! *i am drug out* Everyone: Damn........... Agent: Should you ever reveal this the rest of you will be taken away in similar fashion! *gun shots are heard from outside* Yeah.....that'd rule.

Jesus....I'm almost ashamed to be an Eagles fan. Thank god I'm an Eagles fan in Oklahoma and not in that hell hole. People really do get to crazy over this shit sometimes. It's supposed to be fun. An example. OU warns us students NOT to wear our OU colors to OU/Texas weekend because it'll start fights. Texas gives the same warning to it's students. Nobody listens and people get drunk and start fights. Jesus.......

You know I was wondering this. Seems how if you live in a college town or even a big sports team town you are bound to run into a player. Hell you can even get crucial information. Ok here's mine. I don't live in Norman(i live in the next town over) but I go to school at OU. So I run into a lot of athletes. I had Ebbie(sp?) Arah(i know i totally butchered his name) in my math class my first semester of college. You know he was a senior for OU last year and I believe he injured his hand and couldn't play the last few games. Well I was the second tallest guy in the class behind him so he'd always mess around with me and make jokes about the shorter people....he was weird to say the least. And not to bright. You can even find out crucial information about players. Lately there's been a rumor flying around that K-State broke Jason White's hand in the Big XII title game. OU denied it but Jason's game still seemed off against LSU. OU obviously didn't want to make it an excuse. Which it wouldn't have been an excuse in my mind because LSU's defense had his recievers covered so well I don't care if he was freakin Joe Montana he wasn't getting any passes in that night because of those monsters. Well OU is still denying it but then a few people called in and said that he had surgery this past weekend. I didn't know who to believe. However a buddy of mine lives in Jason's neighborhood. He ran into him in 7-11 and he said he was trying to hide it but he had a black cast on his hand. Even funnier is when sports stars try to hide. On the same day Jason White was also trying to hide himself. He had on a hood and a hat trying to cover his face.....he was standing in the corner alone eating a jelly filled doughnut. Course he must not be to bright because my friend was like "Hey!" and he flashed that goofy ass grin and said hi back........not a master of disguise obviously. Then there was my boss downtown at a club. Jason White and Dan Cody show up. Jason tries to sink into the crowd and looks anonymous. But Dan Cody walks in like a big shot with a huge cigar hanging out of his mouth and flirting with everything in sight. Apparenlty it worked because there were girls asking him to autograph there tits and asses. Damn I need to play ball.......... Anyways anyone got any sports stars be it college or professional in there area? Anything goofy to share about them?