Ha ha, the picture of Charo playing guitar shows up on the mobile tapatalk thread.
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I'll beat you in Clash Royale.
You've been around long enough to know that isn't true.At the least the dumbest thing on this board
fyi, you couldn't cry harder than that dude.You copied my well done.
Well done.
It's a beckoning for people who have way too much time on their hands.
I wasn't going to bring this up but now I feel I must.
I was at the first game back on Saturday night. I watched Rudy go down and painfully crawl across the floor. I felt like puking and punching the guy next to me who said to his girlfriend, or whore or whatever she was, "well their best guy just went down, now it'll be a cake-walk". But I held back, and shed a single tear. For most of the first quarter we were in disarray. The game looked lost even though Mighty Joe Ingles did all he could to put us on his old man shoulders and carry us through. During the break after the 1st quarter, my wife and daughter went to get snacks. I asked my wife to surprise me and started planning out exit if things did not improve. Do you know what my wife brought me?
A churro.
A glorious golden and brown, sugar and cinnamon dipped, crispy churro. Hot and fresh. It tasted so good, and I ate it rather quickly.
And by the time I had finished the last wonderful bite, guess what? We were ahead by 6 and the Clippers called time-out to try to stop the bleeding. Right as I finished the last bite they called time out. Jazz ahead 6. And we held that lead until well into the 4th quarter, and we won on that amazing last second shot by Joe Johnson.
See, the churro was the turn-around point. It guided us to the win, and it blessed the team in Rudy's absence.
So praise the churro.
And you are all welcome.
I wasn't going to bring this up but now I feel I must.
I was at the first game back on Saturday night. I watched Rudy go down and painfully crawl across the floor. I felt like puking and punching the guy next to me who said to his girlfriend, or whore or whatever she was, "well their best guy just went down, now it'll be a cake-walk". But I held back, and shed a single tear. For most of the first quarter we were in disarray. The game looked lost even though Mighty Joe Ingles did all he could to put us on his old man shoulders and carry us through. During the break after the 1st quarter, my wife and daughter went to get snacks. I asked my wife to surprise me and started planning out exit if things did not improve. Do you know what my wife brought me?
A churro.
A glorious golden and brown, sugar and cinnamon dipped, crispy churro. Hot and fresh. It tasted so good, and I ate it rather quickly.
And by the time I had finished the last wonderful bite, guess what? We were ahead by 6 and the Clippers called time-out to try to stop the bleeding. Right as I finished the last bite they called time out. Jazz ahead 6. And we held that lead until well into the 4th quarter, and we won on that amazing last second shot by Joe Johnson.
See, the churro was the turn-around point. It guided us to the win, and it blessed the team in Rudy's absence.
So praise the churro.
And you are all welcome.
That was beautiful. My favorite part is punching the guy next to you and his girlfriend/whore. LmaoI wasn't going to bring this up but now I feel I must.
I was at the first game back on Saturday night. I watched Rudy go down and painfully crawl across the floor. I felt like puking and punching the guy next to me who said to his girlfriend, or whore or whatever she was, "well their best guy just went down, now it'll be a cake-walk". But I held back, and shed a single tear. For most of the first quarter we were in disarray. The game looked lost even though Mighty Joe Ingles did all he could to put us on his old man shoulders and carry us through. During the break after the 1st quarter, my wife and daughter went to get snacks. I asked my wife to surprise me and started planning out exit if things did not improve. Do you know what my wife brought me?
A churro.
A glorious golden and brown, sugar and cinnamon dipped, crispy churro. Hot and fresh. It tasted so good, and I ate it rather quickly.
And by the time I had finished the last wonderful bite, guess what? We were ahead by 6 and the Clippers called time-out to try to stop the bleeding. Right as I finished the last bite they called time out. Jazz ahead 6. And we held that lead until well into the 4th quarter, and we won on that amazing last second shot by Joe Johnson.
See, the churro was the turn-around point. It guided us to the win, and it blessed the team in Rudy's absence.
So praise the churro.
And you are all welcome.
what's your trophy count tho, and are you FTP?