Here we have possibly the most psychotic man alive on earth known for getting drunk and visiting the General's grave, smoking more cigarettes than a 90 year old on an oxygen machine in Tunica, and is a fan of drinking other people's beer versus a guy who hasn't provided one single good post in his time here despite his thinking to the contrary.
Huff hooked me up with Vol/Gator tix once. He’s Yondu from Guardians of the Galaxy. You think he’s a villain, but later you learn that really he’s just a villain who has the ability to love.
Several years ago I lost my cool (go figure) and deleted my account. I came back sometime later once I realized how dumb I was being. When I disappear from time to time it’s only because I catch myself falling back in to unhealthy message board habits instead of just enjoying this online community the way that is intended.
I just want you all to know none of you can spell. There's only one "e" in judgment. Goodnight, ladies and gents.
A tale from one of the famous 8th's tailgate parties from a few years ago. I went to the parking garage to the designated floor and parking space. There was a young man standing there, smoking a cigarette and wearing a base ball cap. I walked up to the parking space and he stepped forward, removed his cap and with great fanfare slammed his cap down in the center of the parking space. I presumed that space he was staking a claim on that space. Not to be outdone, I leaned back against the Parking garage wall, folded my arms and stood there. He never spoke, but that got his attention. He began to smoke like a freight train and pace all around the parking space. I guessed he thought I was trying to claim his spot and was he was intent on showing the claim he had staked was legit. He calmed down when the other 8th posters began to arrive. And that's how I met Huff.
