Stop.
You sound retarded. Most likely because you are retarded. Anyone who thinks that is a cool term is guaranteed retarded. The same people who thought it was cool to wear white sneakers and drive a Segway to work.
Just call it a direct snap or the wildcat. Jesus Christ.
I had a wild beaver formation last night..three blonds and a brunette all ass up on my couch.
Sure you did, Blake, sure you did.
“That being said, I’m driving up to Oregon to see the Washington game. Paid 190$ for two tickets and do not regret the decision in the least.”
Are you saying that you did not buy your tickets from the OSU ticket office?
That’s correct, I got in late and had to go through stubhub to get a decent seat. I’ll buy a pretzel, a few gins, and cheer if you’re getting at what i think you’re getting at.
And you are what? the wild douche bag?
You are as much of an authority on “cool” as your lame blog is on Beaver Football.
Writes Bob, with the few spare moments found between screaming “Wild Beaver!” whilst chugging his Segway down the streets of Bend.
lol. angry, you certainly have a great way with words :]
Angry is just bitter because all the truckers used to call his mom “Wild Beaver” at the Flying J truck stop in Belle Plaine, Kansas… the location of his unfortunate conception.
Her toothless smile sure was popular with the regulars… much as Angry’s toothless intellect sure is popular with the faux-commenters he creates to give the impression of nominal traffic on this incredibly poor excuse for a blog.
It’s annoying that the Beavers need to name this formation after themselves when in fact it already has 2 names. If you are going to call something “Wild Beaver” formation, at least come up with a new and unique way to play the game.
Exactly. Make a new formation and call it the wild beaver. Don’t rip off someone else’s formation and call it your own.
Funny shit either way, the comments on here are great…And speaking of “wildbeaverformation” how the hell do you drive up to Oregon to watch the Washington game, when it is being played in Washington… I still have not figured that out…. I am a slow learner… and go beavs… and I hope the duckies get raped….
The Huskie game is at Reser, man.
No, my next contention is that anyone who feels the need to tell others they possess a “humongous organ” is compensating for clandestine nanopenis.
And why are you comparing the shotgun formation to the wildcat/wildbeaver debate. Nobody is calling it the “shotbeaver” formation or the “wishbeaver” formation. The better question is: why am I wasting time responding to a genetic mutant. The lack of a question mark means the question is rhetorical; the fact that’s rhetorical means I’ve exerted enough energy on your foofaraw.
On to matters that matter.
I never claimed I have a humongous organ. I think you are projecting. Just because your handle is a literal reference to what’s beneath your knickers, doesn’t mean that’s the case for everyone.
Is there a wildcat/wildbeaver debate? I never took a side. I merely pointed out the weakness of your argument and the inanity of the entire thread.
Matter’s that matter:
Your whore of a mother.
Your weak genetic stock.
Pretending that anyone reads or give a rat’s patootie about this horrifying pathetic excuse for a blog.
I receive over 500 views per day, and you’re one of them. How does that feel, soldier?
The fact that you keep bringing up mothers and this Flying J gas stations is just weird. Sorry about your childhood, man.
Yes, and today, 490 of those views have come from you, and 10 have come from me. Way to rock the web, soldier.
I don’t keep bringing up mothers or gas stations. I keep bringing up YOUR mother and the place of YOUR conception. Focus, Norman. Focus.
It’s a creepy exercise in projection better served to your shrink than a guy who writes a blog that makes you so transparently jealous.
I mean, you’re associating beavers with mothers and mothers with gas stations. Again, sorry about your childhood and good luck in rehab.
Hey! I already used the “projection” jab. You can’t steal my material and pass it off as your own. Plus, I used it correctly and with aplomb, whereas your use was clumsy and non-specific.
And what, pray tell, am I jealous of? Please, enlighten us… and by “us”, I mean me and the two dozen fake personas you have created to make it appear as though someone actually reads your drivel.
Says the guy thumbing up his own posts. el oh el.
By default, since there’s only two of us here…
Wow.
Fantastic! Critical thinking is finally demonstrated by our host. Way to go, Skippy.
I must admit, I have rated some of my previous comments… I can’t help it – I think I’m just swell… but not this most recent batch. While I have no doubt that you’re insane enough to do it on my behalf and then point the finger at me, I think it more likely that I have increased your readership by 50% via my innate magnetism.
You’re welcome.
Does this mean you’re now jealous of me?