His POS dad started this shit. They should all pay the ultimate price after standing trial publicly for their horrors.
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Pat Flood (@rebarcock) passed away 9/21/25. Pat played a huge role in encouraging the devolopmemt of this site and donated the very first dollar to get it started. Check the thread at the top of the board for the obituary and please feel free to pay your respects there. I am going to get all the content from that thread over to his family so they can see how many people really cared for Pat outside of what they ever knew. Pat loved to tell stories and always wanted everyone else to tell stories. I think a great way we can honor Pat is to tell a story in his thread (also pinned at the top of the board).
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His POS dad started this shit. They should all pay the ultimate price after standing trial publicly for their horrors.
Never ever rooted for Bama, but Roll Damn Tide!
Sark Chose The Caucasian - He Chose Wrong
Your Team Is Always Better With the Better/More Athletic/Faster Dual Threat QB
The Defense Has To Respect the RPO
BTW This is the Second Slow-White Kid From Austin Lake Travis That Was the "Savior" of The Woefulness Known as Texas Football
The Last One Was 5* Garrett Gilbert - We All Know How That Turned Out
When Will Texas Coaches Learn To Stop Giving Scholarships to Kids That Play At Plug & Play 7 on 7 Type High Schools - That Doesn't Transfer to Big-Time College Football
One Last Thing WGAF What a Kid Looks Like in Practice It's Who Can Win on Saturdays That Matter
Why Are We Paying Coaches $5 Million To Miss The Obvious
I'll Be Making the Same Post in 3-4 Years When We Hire/Over-Pay Yet Another Unproven Winner
In 2025 At Least We Can Chant SEC SEC When Bama Wins Their 100th Natty
Sincerely,
The SEC Cellar Dweller
My man
Things will get better for Texas
So, my experience today....
The B2 flew over. Very special to me. My sister was NDI for the B2. That's her baby. Her signature is on the B2 at Wright Patt. (Just look at little Max
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The asshat soy shits (I'm not kidding. I have never seen bigger dorks than these humans) sitting behind us thought it was cool to reference the observations today as the '9/11 circle jerk'. They sat their floppy asses during the National Anthem, but unironically badly sang Carmen and Sloopy like they were trying out for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (narrator: Max and Jodi (yeah, that's my name) peed their pants laughing) And they were suddenly all things football experts even though the only balls they have ever touched in their lives were each others. Max and my husband were ready to kill them. The guys in front of me were ready to kill them. The Navy vets next to us who were standing in honor were ready to kill them. I tried to ignore them and just enjoy the day with my boys. And I was doing a really good job (and if you know me, you would appreciate the effort it took to keep my mouth shut. It's rare.) until the halftime show that beautifully honored all branches of our military service. The USCG was honored and these twats started laughing and loudly proclaiming that the coast guard isn't military and Yada, Yada, yada... just another bullshit circle jerk for the right. Max turned around and I grabbed his arm and said no. And then I turned around. (Max's face was a mixture of oh shit and fuck yes. My husband was just waiting. They knew exactly what was coming. Not like they've never been on the bad end of an ass chewing by me)
I promptly educated them on ALL the branches of the military and made it clear their stupidity was 100% on them, full on mama shamed them for their lack of respect, insulted their shitty parents, and told them if they couldn't shut their fucking mouths they needed to fucking leave. They looked around for anybody to come to their defense (including the other 3 friends they were with). Nada. Just silence.
They didn't leave (which was fine) , but they sure as hell shut the fuck up.
The Ohio State band performed a beautiful tribute today. Yes. There were tears. Max failed. He had one job. Remind me to take kleenex. He forgot.
Ohio State got beat. Texas got beat. It was still a great day with my boys. And that's what matters in the end.
One thing I really noticed about my baby boy today. He's grown into a good man. He made sure that I was always between he and my husband while in the crowds. His hand never left me, whether it was around my shoulder or holding my hand. I love that he is a man who will always see it as his responsibility to protect. And it's just him. That's who he is.
The B2 flew over. Very special to me. My sister was NDI for the B2. That's her baby. Her signature is on the B2 at Wright Patt. (Just look at little Max
)The asshat soy shits (I'm not kidding. I have never seen bigger dorks than these humans) sitting behind us thought it was cool to reference the observations today as the '9/11 circle jerk'. They sat their floppy asses during the National Anthem, but unironically badly sang Carmen and Sloopy like they were trying out for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (narrator: Max and Jodi (yeah, that's my name) peed their pants laughing) And they were suddenly all things football experts even though the only balls they have ever touched in their lives were each others. Max and my husband were ready to kill them. The guys in front of me were ready to kill them. The Navy vets next to us who were standing in honor were ready to kill them. I tried to ignore them and just enjoy the day with my boys. And I was doing a really good job (and if you know me, you would appreciate the effort it took to keep my mouth shut. It's rare.) until the halftime show that beautifully honored all branches of our military service. The USCG was honored and these twats started laughing and loudly proclaiming that the coast guard isn't military and Yada, Yada, yada... just another bullshit circle jerk for the right. Max turned around and I grabbed his arm and said no. And then I turned around. (Max's face was a mixture of oh shit and fuck yes. My husband was just waiting. They knew exactly what was coming. Not like they've never been on the bad end of an ass chewing by me)
I promptly educated them on ALL the branches of the military and made it clear their stupidity was 100% on them, full on mama shamed them for their lack of respect, insulted their shitty parents, and told them if they couldn't shut their fucking mouths they needed to fucking leave. They looked around for anybody to come to their defense (including the other 3 friends they were with). Nada. Just silence.
They didn't leave (which was fine) , but they sure as hell shut the fuck up.
The Ohio State band performed a beautiful tribute today. Yes. There were tears. Max failed. He had one job. Remind me to take kleenex. He forgot.
Ohio State got beat. Texas got beat. It was still a great day with my boys. And that's what matters in the end.
One thing I really noticed about my baby boy today. He's grown into a good man. He made sure that I was always between he and my husband while in the crowds. His hand never left me, whether it was around my shoulder or holding my hand. I love that he is a man who will always see it as his responsibility to protect. And it's just him. That's who he is.
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SoonerMD09
Elite
If it's safe and gives someone benefit, even if that benefit is 100% in their head, it's fine.
Placebo effect is 30%. I'm shocked more clinicians don't incorporate more holistic remedies to complement their practice.
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First Thing I Thought of With "Panhandle" Is A Bunch of You Were In Amarillo
Carry On - Like Your Panhandle Better - You Have My Fave Place to Play Tennis Water-Color/Seaside
May Retire There
Believe that’s Gaelic, a southern Irish dialect no doubt.
From My Rooftop Today
SoonerMD09
Elite
I thought I had a stroke with a wernicke's aphasia
Sark did not appreciate the power of a rivalry. Hogs were high on hatred. Texas did not respect that motivation. First series success was like gas on a fire. OL and DL got whipped progressively. Biggest series was the one after BJ intercepted the pass that led to the TD. Had the D not let Arky answer back Texas would have made them doubt themselves. That game was more about emotion than talent.
Army Football Team Remembers 9/11 with First Responders and Sea of American Flags
The Army football team marked September 11 with a sea of American flags carried not just by members
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Resist Biden's Tyranny
Where are your papers? Thats what could be heard all over America if we dont fight back against Joe Biden.
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It Was 20 Years Ago Today…
Yes, I realized it’s September 12th, and no, that title isn’t a reference to Sgt. Pepper
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Why Larry Elder Will Win the California Recall Election ... But He Will Lose a Rigged Election
Muhammad Ali once said,
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Iran’s Strategic Mistake in Recent Developments in Afghanistan
US troop's withdrawal from Afghanistan seemed to bear some good news for Iran. Khamenei (Iran
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Democratic Congressional Candidate's Tweet on 9/11: 'Not Even Close' That Jan. 6 Was Worse
On the anniversary of September 11, Pam Keith tweeted that January 6, 2021 had replaced September 11
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CurtOFD78
Legendary
So there is another chapter to all of this that I just remembered but do not recall the details. Apparently a few members of Bin Ladin's family were in Orlando on or right after 9/11 and they were very quietly flown out of the country on a private jet or charter. I know I heard about this but don't remember exactly what were the details. Anyone know?
wtf bro you stroking out
This was a nice touch. Game was full of great servicemen tributes
So, my experience today....
The B2 flew over. Very special to me. My sister was NDI for the B2. That's her baby. Her signature is on the B2 at Wright Patt. (Just look at little Max
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The asshat soy shits (I'm not kidding. I have never seen bigger dorks than these humans) sitting behind us thought it was cool to reference the observations today as the '9/11 circle jerk'. They sat their floppy asses during the National Anthem, but unironically badly sang Carmen and Sloopy like they were trying out for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (narrator: Max and Jodi (yeah, that's my name) peed their pants laughing) And they were suddenly all things football experts even though the only balls they have ever touched in their lives were each others. Max and my husband were ready to kill them. The guys in front of me were ready to kill them. The Navy vets next to us who were standing in honor were ready to kill them. I tried to ignore them and just enjoy the day with my boys. And I was doing a really good job (and if you know me, you would appreciate the effort it took to keep my mouth shut. It's rare.) until the halftime show that beautifully honored all branches of our military service. The USCG was honored and these twats started laughing and loudly proclaiming that the coast guard isn't military and Yada, Yada, yada... just another bullshit circle jerk for the right. Max turned around and I grabbed his arm and said no. And then I turned around. (Max's face was a mixture of oh shit and fuck yes. My husband was just waiting. They knew exactly what was coming. Not like they've never been on the bad end of an ass chewing by me)
I promptly educated them on ALL the branches of the military and made it clear their stupidity was 100% on them, full on mama shamed them for their lack of respect, insulted their shitty parents, and told them if they couldn't shut their fucking mouths they needed to fucking leave. They looked around for anybody to come to their defense (including the other 3 friends they were with). Nada. Just silence.
They didn't leave (which was fine) , but they sure as hell shut the fuck up.
The Ohio State band performed a beautiful tribute today. Yes. There were tears. Max failed. He had one job. Remind me to take kleenex. He forgot.
Ohio State got beat. Texas got beat. It was still a great day with my boys. And that's what matters in the end.
One thing I really noticed about my baby boy today. He's grown into a good man. He made sure that I was always between he and my husband while in the crowds. His hand never left me, whether it was around my shoulder or holding my hand. I love that he is a man who will always see it as his responsibility to protect. And it's just him. That's who he is.
Pissants like these freaks are why I laugh when folks say how great it would be to go back to the unity of 9/12. Not happening, and the political theater on the 12th was phony, the politicians just wanted face time and votes. (Except for some of the NY folks, just not the ones we see all the time)
I want to know what was on those notes during the funeral?
Judging from the expressions on their faces, nekked pictures of Hilldawg
