Recruiting Football Talk VII

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Speaking from personal experience... anyone who thinks it's funny that someone's house burnt down can rot in hell. Every day I wake up and realize that everything I ever owned was erased in minutes and although I've never been one to cling to material things, one of the things that absolutely haunted me (and still haunts me) when OH was in the hospital is that the fire took all the proof the 'we' ever existed and for good measure it took the precious few mementos I had that proved my father existed. It's absolutely devastating in ways you can't imagine unless you have the misfortune of going through it. To be reduced to absolutely nothing is beyond humbling and when the time comes for us to get our own place again it's going to be next to impossible for us to do so.

So yeah, if you find that sort of thing amusing you're lower than a lot of criminals.
That is a truly abhorrent and disgusting piece of subhuman excrement. I don't see how anybody can hate ZZ...I get hating him in a competitive sense as an enemy on tbe field of battle, I mean I hated Bryce Young and wanted to destroy him on the field, buy I respected the hell out of him because of the way he handled himself as a warrior...Zakai is one of those people.

I wouldn't even like it if something like that happened to guys like Tootoot and Mincey...and I absolutely loathe them.
 
Speaking from personal experience... anyone who thinks it's funny that someone's house burnt down can rot in hell. Every day I wake up and realize that everything I ever owned was erased in minutes and although I've never been one to cling to material things, one of the things that absolutely haunted me (and still haunts me) when OH was in the hospital is that the fire took all the proof the 'we' ever existed and for good measure it took the precious few mementos I had that proved my father existed. It's absolutely devastating in ways you can't imagine unless you have the misfortune of going through it. To be reduced to absolutely nothing is beyond humbling and when the time comes for us to get our own place again it's going to be next to impossible for us to do so.

So yeah, if you find that sort of thing amusing you're lower than a lot of criminals.
And sorry you had to go through that..😥 My greatest fear is losing my pictures, vids and little treasures from our life and adventures over the years.
 
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He’s a two face bitch
He’s one of them old guys that thinks just bc of his name he’s supposed to be good and that’s no longer the case
Pitino is a weird case to me...really good-great BB coaches usually excel for a looooong time unless they get a rep for mistreating players like Knight.

Guys like Pitino and Nolan Richardson confound me...did they just forget how to coach or something?...both of those guys were really really good coaches and just flamed out.
 
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I was looking for the clip where the VOL fan that called into the KY radio show and hit them with the legendary "pick up your shovels" line and I came across this classic.

It was posted by
@drvenner in RFT- V.

Enjoy.......

Not sure if this is a true story about self-tasering or not, but it is pretty dang funny. Long read, but worth it.

WARNING FOR ALL MALES FROM ME
Last weekend I saw something at The Gun Show that sparked my interest. I was looking for a little something different for my wife Dana. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.
The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...??
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Dana what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Leo looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Leo (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. He is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.
Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a singlet with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another.
The directions said that:
a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;
a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and
a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.
Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.
I'm sitting there alone, the cat looking on with his head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE... !!!
I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.
Note:
If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer,
one note of caution:
There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor!
A three second burst would be considered conservative!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.
· My bent reading glasses were on the top of the TV.
· The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.
· My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching.
· My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.
· I had no control over the drooling.
· Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone.
· I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!
PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it
I haven't laughed that hard in a long time...I don't know how I missed this jewel before, but thanks for posting..actually had tears I was laughing so hard.
 
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