dickhead, i've got photos of me at age 7 running around wearing a mother fukkin' silver helmet with a star on it at the f'n deer lease.....
my mom used to make me take that damn helmet, my most prized possession, off at the dinner table.....
i've been a cowboy fan since before you were jerkin' off..... cried my eyes out with my cousins on their back porch (all of us in elementary school) when craig potota chip morton would blow yet another game......
ultimate dream was to see the f'n oilers with earl vs. the f'n cowboys in the f'n superbowl.... can't lose proposition.....
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granted, once in high school, since the helmet had long since been outgrown, the Stars on the sides pretty much gone due to years of hardnose football played in it in the f'n neighborhood (and its usage as a "wheelie ramp" to do wheelies off of when we couldn't find an old peice of plywood), and all the ear pads and shit had fallen out, we sawed it in half to see what it was made off, then blew it and some old worn out GI Joes the fuk up with a huge pile of fireworks.....
and don't even get me started on what we did to that mutha fckin' goo-filled stretch f'n armstong.....
holy shit.... kid in this photo looks alot like my dumbass did back in the 70's..... I had that same retarded "jon-jon" (named after jfk jr's lame ass) haircut......
apparently stretch has some shit coming out on netflix, too.....
ps... i can see why I heard stories about waves ranting about the "giant pretzel" his dominican tranny tied him into at the Bash a few years back, now......