Chef Leppard

Oh im not saying hes not recruiting. just that thats a hell of a conflict. what do you tell a kid thats leaning bama hard "nah son. you dont want to go here. you'll get buried in the depth chart"

with saban looking at you like this

I guess so. frankly I would be thoroughly impressed they were able to plagiarize something and make it relavent to what we're doing. i guess technically its possible though

As far as banning, I feel like the shaming on here would be pretty fricking rough. personally you wouldnt have to ban me. If someone credibly called me unoriginal I would quit posting for good

I think people put way too much weight into the type of scheme coaches have run in the past. they run whatever discipline exploits the talent available to them and competition they play most of the time. Identifying,developing, and motivating talent is what separates most of them

Only on this board could we find the one uneducated imbecile jew in the united states. Its amazing really

were you always this flamboyant?

A hand full of suck arse lifetime renter motherfrickers without the testicular fortitude to lodge a god damf direct complains. tHey sit back in there panic room andf spitball peopl that don't t say their fricking safe word before they type some

I don't think the time element should be a big factor on second glance. but whatever you guise think. id rather somebody chew on it a bit than juggle work, hormone therapy, etc and mail some shite in

Eyes gripped tighter than john henrys lunch money. the hateful jaw of a pound bound terrier. I hurtled forward toward Vidalia. the iridescent clergy perched on the dash would soon lead us with a hymn. a hymn of reckoning and recompense. go tell it on the mountain you soulless cocksuckers. one more hour. youre about to get fricked at the drive thru

I loaded the bowl with chicken and grabbed the torch. I drove with my knees. we called it chicken because it smelled like fried chicken when we cooked it. realized in Linus's grandmothers trailer deep in the hazardous hills of Guyton. I only brought enough to get me to vidalia. thats all I would need

I was angry when I realized the whore took my sweet Dookie, our chocolate dachshund. his heart was true. he was a pal and a confidante. And yeah of course I was angry when I realized she took my sega genesis and all my cartridges. but then everything changed. that moment. that white hot second when I realized the philandering bitch took my mothers can opener. things got apocalyptic. I knew there would be crime tape and bodies. that rusty sunbeam co-225 had been in my family for over 40 years. It opened every high life my father ever drank. when I was born my mother opened cans of sweet carnation to salve her tattered nipples and nurse her handsome little man. she'd later use it when making every after school potted meat sandwich I ever tasted. here I come bitch. here I come

what are the rules again? and how many paragraphs do I get to start off