Jstampz wrote:This game is only to occupy my time until next football season you idiot. I'm a jock. Straight cut and dry, I'm only into this game when I have nothing to do (non-football season).
I laughed, and then for some reason just felt bad for this kid
Jstampz wrote:This game is only to occupy my time until next football season you idiot. I'm a jock. Straight cut and dry, I'm only into this game when I have nothing to do (non-football season).
I laughed, and then for some reason just felt bad for this kid
Seriously.
Stamp, buddy ol' pal, don't be the dumbass football player. "Why," you ask? Because you will not go to the NFL. You will not go to the CFL. You will not go to the Arena League. Chances are, you will not play in college. Instead, you will be the dumbass jock who, instead of realizing he was not going to be something in professional sports, decided to devote himself entirely to being a sports phenom in his own mind, but a functional dumbass in the real world, who ends up sweeping up the floors of the local middle school yelling at the kids about how he used to be a "somebody" (even though he never was). Don't be that guy. "Jocks" are not admirable. If you want to know how I know you will not be any of the above, see: "This game is only to occupy my time until next football season you idiot." The players who actually make it somewhere don't jerk off to video games in the off-season. They train. For the next season. So either go away and attempt to become something, or stick around and don't be a douche (you actually can become something while doing that as well, fyi; just not a football player).
I hate you about as much as I hate anyone that plays this game, which is somewhere between a 1 and 3 on a 10 point scale (outside of, maybe, a couple exceptions). So take the advice as it was meant: straight up.
Jstampz wrote:And by the way you went a little too far with the dad thing. I stated a fact and now if you go to the Vegas LAN I will not only kick your ass I will destroy you. I hope you have the entire community backing you because if you don't I will demolish you.
If you dare to ever say another fucking word about my family or friends I will hunt you down, hit you so fucking hard your dn computer will feel it. Your 25-30 years old fucking act like it.
Relax tough guy. Apparently Vegas LAN is just going to turn into an all out fucking brawl. Can't wait to watch all the fights that definitely will happen.
Jstampz wrote:And by the way you went a little too far with the dad thing. I stated a fact and now if you go to the Vegas LAN I will not only kick your ass I will destroy you. I hope you have the entire community backing you because if you don't I will demolish you.
If you dare to ever say another fucking word about my family or friends I will hunt you down, hit you so fucking hard your dn computer will feel it. Your 25-30 years old fucking act like it.
Relax tough guy. Apparently Vegas LAN is just going to turn into an all out fucking brawl. Can't wait to watch all the fights that definitely will happen.
I'm going to spend hundreds of dollars to go to Vegas LAN just so I can fight someone I met over the internet that hurt my feelings.
Jstampz wrote:This game is only to occupy my time until next football season you idiot. I'm a jock. Straight cut and dry, I'm only into this game when I have nothing to do (non-football season).
I laughed, and then for some reason just felt bad for this kid
Seriously.
Stamp, buddy ol' pal, don't be the dumbass football player. "Why," you ask? Because you will not go to the NFL. You will not go to the CFL. You will not go to the Arena League. Chances are, you will not play in college. Instead, you will be the dumbass jock who, instead of realizing he was not going to be something in professional sports, decided to devote himself entirely to being a sports phenom in his own mind, but a functional dumbass in the real world, who ends up sweeping up the floors of the local middle school yelling at the kids about how he used to be a "somebody" (even though he never was). Don't be that guy. "Jocks" are not admirable. If you want to know how I know you will not be any of the above, see: "This game is only to occupy my time until next football season you idiot." The players who actually make it somewhere don't jerk off to video games in the off-season. They train. For the next season. So either go away and attempt to become something, or stick around and don't be a douche (you actually can become something while doing that as well, fyi; just not a football player).
I hate you about as much as I hate anyone that plays this game, which is somewhere between a 1 and 3 on a 10 point scale (outside of, maybe, a couple exceptions). So take the advice as it was meant: straight up.
Sorry that this will now be my last post.
Your facts are a little invalid. I play this game in my down time. I have work, school, and of course I train. Probably harder than anyone in my area. I tore my MCL twice in a 2 year time period which benched me for this season. I have been working it out and recovering.
I'm not trying to be big and talk shit but I run a 4.6 to 4.7 40 yard. I have a relatively high bench and squat for a WR/RB.
There are so many levels of football, nearly anyone can walk-on to a school. That's just the truth to it.
I'm sorry I could run circles around your fucking ass on the field and in the classroom.
One thing hasn't changed since I stopped playing over 3 years ago: There's always that guy. The guy who does a couple push-ups a night and thinks he's Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson talking to a group of other guys on the internet who have NEVER heard of working out.
Is anyone sure this isn't Super ! Fallen?
Sadly, he is my brother, not fallen. And he is worse than that guy telling you your rates were wrong in that saints pub last night.
Jstampz wrote:. I play this game in my downs time.
Fixed that for you. Stop being an internet tough guy kiddo. I used to benchpress you and your brother to make you laugh-- let's not get too serious about having ze mahsuls. Smooches.
Pretty sure you're response shows you're the butthurt one. I'm glad its so easy to get you riled up, now i can type less and watch you flip out regardless. Can just imagine you redfaced staring at your computer so mad you can't do anything about it.
Jstampz wrote:. I play this game in my downs time.
Fixed that for you. Stop being an internet tough guy kiddo. I used to benchpress you and your brother to make you laugh-- let's not get too serious about having ze mahsuls. Smooches.
You have 75% or more body fat. You bench pressed 60 pound little kids. WOO, I'm getting stronger, faster, and smarter each and everyday. The day I can kick your ass is soon approaching brudaaah
does stamp know hes not an inner city black kid? u realize white people dont generally excel at wr/rb. time to play a different sport kid because two knee injuries before your twenties will prevent u from any pro sports team.
I would like to take this opportunity to educated the youth in our community. I, like yourself, was once a huge muscle dumby/jock/sports=life kind of guy who could, in my prime of course, run 4.7 bench 270 yadda yadda yadda but one day around the age of 17 it clicked and I realized that I was not going to make any money playing sports and that I had nothing else in my life as a hobby or to fall back on. So, I then did a 180 and became a nerd. Spent more time playing dod lol and also just spent time developing a passion for computers, networking, and technology shit in general. Went to university and got a degree in comp sci and I look back and realize that had I kept going with my tunnel dream of "making it" in football or baseball I would have been the loser who stuck around my tiny hometown talking about my golden days when in reality those days were meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
I am not bashing on you in any way here, just simply telling you about a life experience. I don't have any idea what your talent level actually is but you should find another passion in life to fall back on because your likely hood of making any sort of living playing a sport is %0.0001 and if you are a white man then the chance lowers to %0.0000001.
Good luck and stay active my friend but do not fall into a delusional trap of thinking that playing sports and having decent athletic attributes will get you very far in life. Good luck young one and get out there and train for football but also find another passion to fall back on or you will be lost when you find that outside of your hometown there are a millions of other kids your age who train harder and are just plain better at football than you.
Thanks for the laughs though and if half the things you posted in this thread are serious then please take into consideration everything mentioned above.
I wish you the best in the upcoming season and life.
EDIT: Noticed a few grammatical errors but I am too lazy to fix. So they will stay as they are. Deal with that shit and just soak in the lesson.
nunz wrote:does stamp know hes not an inner city black kid? u realize white people dont generally excel at wr/rb. time to play a different sport kid because two knee injuries before your twenties will prevent u from any pro sports team.
Hey! Kevin Curtis was pretty good when he was on the Eagles.
nunz wrote:does stamp know hes not an inner city black kid? u realize white people dont generally excel at wr/rb. time to play a different sport kid because two knee injuries before your twenties will prevent u from any pro sports team.
I'm not saying I'm gonna make an NFL player but I would like to continue playing.
I heard through the grape vine that aimtek's trainer Georges St-Pierre are going to vegas to kick some ass. He's training for Vegas to get the ac admins.
I used to work in retail. At one of those big box stores that are so ubiquitous now. I took a part time job there to pay some bills while I was in college.
Customers were rude, the pay sucked, and I dealt with managers who were at best unpleasant. I guess that's par for the course at a place like that.
But I worked there for two years. What kept me going back several times a week wasn't my strong work ethic or a desire to help people find where the "Bed In a Bag" display was. What kept me going back was Crystal.
Crystal was a tall, lanky blonde who worked the evening/night shift full time. She wasn't particularly attractive - not any moreso than any of the college girls I saw every day. But there was something about her. Maybe it was how, despite being thin, she had a nice ass that filled out the generic khaki-colored jeans she wore every day. But there was a seriousness about her, a "I need to be here and do this job well" attitude that most of us just didn't have. And I found out why. She had a 6 year old son she was supporting by herself.
I'd barely tasted the "freedom" of moving out of my parents' house. The worst thing I had to worry about was doing laundry on a regular basis. And yet here I was crushing on a woman my same age who had a kid and a thankless full time job. Maybe what I really saw in her was the faint furrows that such overbearing responsibility had begun to mark on her face. The same creases I saw in my mom's face as I grew up.
We became close friends after awhile. She was used to most of the employees her age working there for just a few months and she told me it was nice to meet someone who could stick around. We took our lunch breaks together. But it wasn't until I had worked there for a year that things got more serious.
The first time Crystal led me by hand into the women's employee restroom, I had no idea what I was in for. I was trying to work out the logistics of how we were going to have sex in that tiny stall without making a lot of noise when she dropped her pants and sat on the toilet. "Watch me."
I don't think I had ever actually watched a woman take a shit before. She did this delightful nose scrunch thing with each undulation of her bowels. She looked at me with the relief a person with a long-held, dark secret might have upon sharing for the first time with another person.
When the wave of stench hit my nose, it was odd. I expected to be repulsed by what I smelled, but the obscenity, the earthiness of it aroused me. I realized that this was more intimate than anything I had ever shared with another human being. People spend their whole lives fucking another person, but rarely do they get to see their partner at their most vulnerable.
Over the next few months, Crystal amazed me with her bowel regularity. It was almost as if she memorized our work schedule and planned her diet accordingly so that she could surprise me with a new fecal adventure every time.
I'm married now to another woman I met in college. I have a kid of my own. I keep a steady job, take my kid to the park, pay my bills. I go through the motions. From all outside appearances, I'm a happy, successful guy. But few know about how terribly I want to break away from it all and watch a beautiful woman take a shit in a stall at a large retail store.
moosh wrote:I used to work in retail. At one of those big box stores that are so ubiquitous now. I took a part time job there to pay some bills while I was in college.
Customers were rude, the pay sucked, and I dealt with managers who were at best unpleasant. I guess that's par for the course at a place like that.
But I worked there for two years. What kept me going back several times a week wasn't my strong work ethic or a desire to help people find where the "Bed In a Bag" display was. What kept me going back was Crystal.
Crystal was a tall, lanky blonde who worked the evening/night shift full time. She wasn't particularly attractive - not any moreso than any of the college girls I saw every day. But there was something about her. Maybe it was how, despite being thin, she had a nice ass that filled out the generic khaki-colored jeans she wore every day. But there was a seriousness about her, a "I need to be here and do this job well" attitude that most of us just didn't have. And I found out why. She had a 6 year old son she was supporting by herself.
I'd barely tasted the "freedom" of moving out of my parents' house. The worst thing I had to worry about was doing laundry on a regular basis. And yet here I was crushing on a woman my same age who had a kid and a thankless full time job. Maybe what I really saw in her was the faint furrows that such overbearing responsibility had begun to mark on her face. The same creases I saw in my mom's face as I grew up.
We became close friends after awhile. She was used to most of the employees her age working there for just a few months and she told me it was nice to meet someone who could stick around. We took our lunch breaks together. But it wasn't until I had worked there for a year that things got more serious.
The first time Crystal led me by hand into the women's employee restroom, I had no idea what I was in for. I was trying to work out the logistics of how we were going to have sex in that tiny stall without making a lot of noise when she dropped her pants and sat on the toilet. "Watch me."
I don't think I had ever actually watched a woman take a shit before. She did this delightful nose scrunch thing with each undulation of her bowels. She looked at me with the relief a person with a long-held, dark secret might have upon sharing for the first time with another person.
When the wave of stench hit my nose, it was odd. I expected to be repulsed by what I smelled, but the obscenity, the earthiness of it aroused me. I realized that this was more intimate than anything I had ever shared with another human being. People spend their whole lives fucking another person, but rarely do they get to see their partner at their most vulnerable.
Over the next few months, Crystal amazed me with her bowel regularity. It was almost as if she memorized our work schedule and planned her diet accordingly so that she could surprise me with a new fecal adventure every time.
I'm married now to another woman I met in college. I have a kid of my own. I keep a steady job, take my kid to the park, pay my bills. I go through the motions. From all outside appearances, I'm a happy, successful guy. But few know about how terribly I want to break away from it all and watch a beautiful woman take a shit in a stall at a large retail store.
