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All: The new Billszone site with the updated software is scheduled to be turned on Tuesday, May 21, 2024. The company that built it, Dynascale, estimates a FOUR HOUR shut down, from 8pm Pacific, (5pm Eastern) while they get it up and running. Nobody will be able to post in any forum until they are done. Afterwards, you may need to do a web search for the site, as old links will not work, because the site is getting a new IP address. Please be patient. If there are bugs, we will tackle them one at a time. Remember the goal is to be up and running with no glitches by camp. Doing this now assures us of that, because it gives us all summer to get our ducks in a row. Thank you!
hey what's up ya lil twirp. Look at ya, all 48 inches of ya. Dumb****One you know what you remind me of? A movie star!!! Yes a star... THEY CALL HIM WILLOW! Same size, same look, Even the freakin hair. Hey size doesn't matter RIGHT man... you are proof ya lil bastard. You are one bad mama jamma. One tough cookie. Twisted Steel with Sex Appeal. Size is Overrated right buddy. Your whore of a wife needs to understand. Not every man is built like a HULK. Ya you're not cocked and locked and ready to load like ME. But you do have your fine points. Discount clothing. You still fit into young mens. The man can still gets away buying kicks in the kid department.
Extra income. At the next zone tailgate we can do BF1 tossings. He's got a big mouth of course but that's just to make up for ALL his short comings. I still like the lil fella. He's a good guy.
And i gotta love his tough guy stories about how he beat up some guy on bourbon street. Some guy who had a knife. Supposedly BF1 choked him out. he layeth the smack on the guy. but BF1 you can't beat me, You can't see me, you see my knees Beeeeeeee Don't sing it, bring it ya ****in ******!!!
{i just threw that out quick, real short no pun intended}
hey what's up ya lil twirp. Look at ya, all 48 inches of ya. Dumb****One you know what you remind me of? A movie star!!! Yes a star... THEY CALL HIM WILLOW! Same size, same look, Even the freakin hair. Hey size doesn't matter RIGHT man... you are proof ya lil bastard. You are one bad mama jamma. One tough cookie. Twisted Steel with Sex Appeal. Size is Overrated right buddy. Your whore of a wife needs to understand. Not every man is built like a HULK. Ya you're not cocked and locked and ready to load like ME. But you do have your fine points. Discount clothing. You still fit into young mens. The man can still gets away buying kicks in the kid department.
Extra income. At the next zone tailgate we can do BF1 tossings. He's got a big mouth of course but that's just to make up for ALL his short comings. I still like the lil fella. He's a good guy.
And i gotta love his tough guy stories about how he beat up some guy on bourbon street. Some guy who had a knife. Supposedly BF1 choked him out. he layeth the smack on the guy. but BF1 you can't beat me, You can't see me, you see my knees Beeeeeeee Don't sing it, bring it ya ****in ******!!!
{i just threw that out quick, real short no pun intended}
If I can't practice, I can't practice. It is as simple as that. It ain't about that at all. It's easy to sum it up if you're just talking about practice. We're sitting here, and I'm supposed to be the franchise player, and we're talking about practice. I mean listen, we're sitting here talking about practice, not a game, not a game, not a game, but we're talking about practice. Not the game that I go out there and die for and play every game last it's my last but we're talking about practice man. How silly is that?
hey what's up ya lil twirp. Look at ya, all 48 inches of ya. Dumb****One you know what you remind me of? A movie star!!! Yes a star... THEY CALL HIM WILLOW! Same size, same look, Even the freakin hair. Hey size doesn't matter RIGHT man... you are proof ya lil bastard. You are one bad mama jamma. One tough cookie. Twisted Steel with Sex Appeal. Size is Overrated right buddy. Your whore of a wife needs to understand. Not every man is built like a HULK. Ya you're not cocked and locked and ready to load like ME. But you do have your fine points. Discount clothing. You still fit into young mens. The man can still gets away buying kicks in the kid department.
Extra income. At the next zone tailgate we can do BF1 tossings. He's got a big mouth of course but that's just to make up for ALL his short comings. I still like the lil fella. He's a good guy.
And i gotta love his tough guy stories about how he beat up some guy on bourbon street. Some guy who had a knife. Supposedly BF1 choked him out. he layeth the smack on the guy. but BF1 you can't beat me, You can't see me, you see my knees Beeeeeeee Don't sing it, bring it ya ****in ******!!!
{i just threw that out quick, real short no pun intended}
I hate rap.
I didn't come here to fight, I hate fighting. Life is way too short to spend it on fighting! Go fight with yourself, one of you will eventually win!
hey what's up ya lil twirp. Look at ya, all 48 inches of ya. Dumb****One you know what you remind me of? A movie star!!! Yes a star... THEY CALL HIM WILLOW! Same size, same look, Even the freakin hair. Hey size doesn't matter RIGHT man... you are proof ya lil bastard. You are one bad mama jamma. One tough cookie. Twisted Steel with Sex Appeal. Size is Overrated right buddy. Your whore of a wife needs to understand. Not every man is built like a HULK. Ya you're not cocked and locked and ready to load like ME. But you do have your fine points. Discount clothing. You still fit into young mens. The man can still gets away buying kicks in the kid department.
Extra income. At the next zone tailgate we can do BF1 tossings. He's got a big mouth of course but that's just to make up for ALL his short comings. I still like the lil fella. He's a good guy.
And i gotta love his tough guy stories about how he beat up some guy on bourbon street. Some guy who had a knife. Supposedly BF1 choked him out. he layeth the smack on the guy. but BF1 you can't beat me, You can't see me, you see my knees Beeeeeeee Don't sing it, bring it ya ****in ******!!!
{i just threw that out quick, real short no pun intended}
You didnt throw that out. About 5 different wrestlers did, you just wasted everyones time with a 9 page rant using nursery rhymes. So go back to watching sweaty men roll around on the ground.
No your role, and shut your mouth.
I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times."
It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach.
He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
You didnt throw that out. About 5 different wrestlers did, you just wasted everyones time with a 9 page rant using nursery rhymes. So go back to watching sweaty men roll around on the ground.
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