Take it from the Champ, you guys need serious help. I am willing to help you out with your matchups.... for a price.
$25 zbs gets you in the door.
Take it from the Champ, you guys need serious help. I am willing to help you out with your matchups.... for a price.
$25 zbs gets you in the door.
You think you're hot **** in a champagne glass, but you're really cold diarrhea in a Dixie cup!
I will pay you 50 if you sell out everyone that comes to you for advice.
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.
Originally Posted by MBBedard
I'll throw in 50 as well.
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