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Heh. When did we meet for the first time Elvis? 2000?? Didn't you sit with me one game in Fayetteville with that guy who used to work for the U of Florida or something?I met PorkPhat, assuming he still posts here, one year at WMS when he came running up to me shouting, "Are you Rick B?? Are you Rick B?" I autographed his Woopig shirt.
I met you at a tailgate in LR years ago...03 perhaps? You invited me to show thinking I wouldn't...and yet I did. I think that's also the first time I met Fuzzy. Judas. Then I think I saw you again at Disney World while standing in line for the rockin roller coaster...you kept screaming at me. Imagine me having to explain to the people I was with wtf you were.
You got to meet me too. I consider you a RabidHogger though, not a Woopigger. I think the first time we met was in Knoxville. My son and I always enjoyed the WebHogs tailgates. I was enjoying your and Scott's (RIP) tailgate in Kentucky though when Elvis came up and introduced himself to me.
I once got drunk with Shotter and Tusks at On The Rocks after a game. Too bad they don't post here no mo
Resonance...metal folding chairs or hard tile floors cannot be beaten when it comes to firing off a loud fart.
That's what I said when you told me you were posting as Count Porkula
i think you were reading over my shoulder at my house is how you found out.
God never said it would turn out awesome for you or Gritscoon or that poor caterpillar with wasp babies.
"Mindless dribble" elicits the image of a drooling slack jaw. I found it quite poetic.
We should all meet some morning of a home game, get smashed, find the Nobville tailgate, frick all their wimmins, and then light the motherfricker on fire. Woopig was here.
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