I'm off to my first race

SuckSuckStyle · 02-27-2004, 08:45 PM

it's in the morning. wish me luck.

Mooney · 02-27-2004, 08:45 PM

good luck!

DeviousJ · 02-27-2004, 08:46 PM

Good luck! Are you going to lay traps?

meow · 02-27-2004, 08:46 PM

what kind of race?

SuckSuckStyle · 02-27-2004, 08:47 PM

boat race

meow · 02-27-2004, 08:50 PM

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Originally posted by SuckSuckStyle
boat race

what kind of boat?

02-27-2004, 08:50 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by SuckSuckStyle
boat race

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i have a game tomorrow also

SuckSuckStyle · 02-29-2004, 04:34 AM

um.. rowing boats?

our mens 4 took second. I wasn't in it, but I was sooooo happy. My mens 8 had a terrible start and a lot of things just went wrong that put us in 4th, but only by maybe 4-5 seats. We were in third and lost it in the last 200 meters. It wasn't a horrible race but we definately could've done better. We have another one in two weeks. I got a sunburn on my theighs, it was a good day.

mirrar · 02-29-2004, 04:49 AM

tessa. whenever i see a picture of people rowing i always circle the one that looks most like you and write SUCKSUCKSTYLE with an arrow. just thought you'd like to know.

pastor · 02-29-2004, 07:56 AM

I was once on a rowing team. With a single rotation of my paddle, I could move more water than could the Panama Canal. The other members of my team were dead weight, but they didn't seem to mind. They got the opportunity to glide upon the crystal surface of Lake Brown, sipping margaritas while their aquarian powerhouse — yours truly — impelled their boat with the fortitude of a hellbent locomotive.

And, oh, how I sent shivers of trepidation down the weasely spines of our competition. During one particularly close race, I knowingly steered our ship over a family of hapless ducks. I had seen them up ahead of us, and had even momentarily considered slowing down to let them pass, but ultimately, my drive to win took over. And let me tell you: Nothing can be more satisfying than the progression of thunks, thuds, and moribund quacks that rung out when our boat ran over those waterfowl. It was enough to give me a giant boner, which was so physically discomforting that it caused us to lose the race.

Afterward, as we lugged our boats onto shore, a member of the opposing team pointed out my still-raging erection with a half-quizzical, half-horrified look on his face. The word "Why?" was silently written into that furrowed brow. And, in answer, I pointed to the limping, featherless baby duck that just then waddled its way to the shore and flung itself dramatically into a pile of wet leaves — the lone, discombobulated survivor of a watery massacre. Unable to contain it any longer, I then came in my pants. Aghast, incredulous, his chin quivering and eyes tearing, the other rower said: "Goddamn you. You're the Devil himself."

"There ain't worse than me in all of hell," I said, raising my Walker colt revolver to his head. Gritting my teeth, relishing the fulfillment of a demon-bequeathed duty that was mine and mine alone to fulfill, I continued, "Go an' look."

But my words were drowned out by the report of the gun and the dying quacks of an innocent.

02-27-2004, 08:45 PM	#1
SuckSuckStyle Socialphobic Location: you look like you like to hang out. you look like you like to hang out and drink soda Posts: 12,677	I'm off to my first race it's in the morning. wish me luck.

02-27-2004, 08:45 PM	#2
Mooney Socialphobic Location: halifax Posts: 14,821	good luck! __________________

02-27-2004, 08:46 PM	#3
DeviousJ CORNFROST Location: GUREITO DESU YO Posts: 24,891	Good luck! Are you going to lay traps? __________________

02-29-2004, 04:34 AM	#8
SuckSuckStyle Socialphobic Location: you look like you like to hang out. you look like you like to hang out and drink soda Posts: 12,677	um.. rowing boats? our mens 4 took second. I wasn't in it, but I was sooooo happy. My mens 8 had a terrible start and a lot of things just went wrong that put us in 4th, but only by maybe 4-5 seats. We were in third and lost it in the last 200 meters. It wasn't a horrible race but we definately could've done better. We have another one in two weeks. I got a sunburn on my theighs, it was a good day. __________________ i get on the train and i just stand in the back now that i dont think of you this is killing me

02-27-2004, 08:46 PM	#4
meow Netflix Me Location: Human Skull! Posts: 27,712	what kind of race?

02-27-2004, 08:47 PM	#5
SuckSuckStyle Socialphobic Location: you look like you like to hang out. you look like you like to hang out and drink soda Posts: 12,677	boat race

02-29-2004, 04:49 AM	#9
mirrar Braindead Location: in our bedroom, after the war. Posts: 19,826	tessa. whenever i see a picture of people rowing i always circle the one that looks most like you and write SUCKSUCKSTYLE with an arrow. just thought you'd like to know.

02-29-2004, 07:56 AM	#10
pastor Apocalyptic Poster Location: somewhere Posts: 2,276	I was once on a rowing team. With a single rotation of my paddle, I could move more water than could the Panama Canal. The other members of my team were dead weight, but they didn't seem to mind. They got the opportunity to glide upon the crystal surface of Lake Brown, sipping margaritas while their aquarian powerhouse — yours truly — impelled their boat with the fortitude of a hellbent locomotive. And, oh, how I sent shivers of trepidation down the weasely spines of our competition. During one particularly close race, I knowingly steered our ship over a family of hapless ducks. I had seen them up ahead of us, and had even momentarily considered slowing down to let them pass, but ultimately, my drive to win took over. And let me tell you: Nothing can be more satisfying than the progression of thunks, thuds, and moribund quacks that rung out when our boat ran over those waterfowl. It was enough to give me a giant boner, which was so physically discomforting that it caused us to lose the race. Afterward, as we lugged our boats onto shore, a member of the opposing team pointed out my still-raging erection with a half-quizzical, half-horrified look on his face. The word "Why?" was silently written into that furrowed brow. And, in answer, I pointed to the limping, featherless baby duck that just then waddled its way to the shore and flung itself dramatically into a pile of wet leaves — the lone, discombobulated survivor of a watery massacre. Unable to contain it any longer, I then came in my pants. Aghast, incredulous, his chin quivering and eyes tearing, the other rower said: "Goddamn you. You're the Devil himself." "There ain't worse than me in all of hell," I said, raising my Walker colt revolver to his head. Gritting my teeth, relishing the fulfillment of a demon-bequeathed duty that was mine and mine alone to fulfill, I continued, "Go an' look." But my words were drowned out by the report of the gun and the dying quacks of an innocent.