You are all rednecks

Start a thread, look foolish.

 

I'm still waiting. Did you stick a finger in indy's butthole? You aren't getting banned until you answer.

 

I'm a Chicago Manual of Style man, myself.

You know Chef's gender. He's a dude.

 

Assuming Chef is Sab and this is all legit, you are the only person on this board that, with 100% certainty, knows Sab’s gender.

 

Other people who frequent UT message boards have met Sab. Not sure about those who post here currently, specifically, but I know I'm not the only one who has met him.

 

I doubt anyone else has met him intimately in the back seat of a 1995 Dodge Neon. Ergo, you are the only one with definitive knowledge of the "situation".

 

We should get the car make and model confirmed while we can. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a Dodge Neon.

@Equine Ducklings - Was it an orange dodge magnum? I remember it having a station wagon-y feel to it.

 

Just look up what his mom was driving that year. You'll have your answer.

 

I've tried to push memories of that day out of my mind, but for some reason, this vehicle triggers me.

 

This makes it a little better, honestly. At least had the decency to provide room to lay down in the back instead of doing some contorting in the back seat.

 

tinted out windows makes a lot of sense.

 

My gut tells me there was a lot of molestation happening in that vehicle.

Especially when mom didn’t make the meatloaf.

 

If Equine would like me to use a specific pronoun, I will do my best to comply. Not really interested in your interjections on it. This stuff isn't important to me personally.

 

For the record - and for anyone who hasn't been talking about this story for the past 10+ years and might be confused into thinking something like this actually happened - it didn't.

Sab and I drank a few PBR's in the front seat of his vehicle. There was no molestation and no back seat activity.

 

I mean I wouldn’t get in that car even if I knew the guy.

 

More of a watcher? Not my thing, but you do you.

 

Okay.

 

Ample room to get finger blasted in the front seat and willingness removes the molestation angle.

 

I was 18, so old enough to consent for sure. But there was no consent, and nothing to consent to, aside from Sab providing alcoholic beverages to a minor.

Worth noting that a number of the regular posters in The Endzone at the time encouraged the meet up as well. Oh, and we ate lunch at a Chinese joint and talked Vols football.