If you beg for a pull or try to sell grilled cheeses at the reunion shows, Stafford* will punch you in the eye. We’re all in our 30s, you should have jobs by now.
*Stafford is the former college football player (directional punter) for whom the Stafford Ball Shows in Plattsburgh 1996 were named.
Duuuuude, I am so stoked! Trey Lives!!
Stafford, don’t condescend me. I’ll f’ing kill you.
Bro, It’s Clifford Ball, not Stafford Ball. Blasphemer.
Boarding School Hippies ruin everything.
Boarding School Hippies killed my dog
I had to live with those dirty sons-of-bitches for four years.
Begging for beer and a toke while driving daddy’s range rover, dressing like bagmen. Hey man, I’m not your “bro”. Get your own damn pizza you mooching yippie (yippie = yuppie hippie). Ah…. Good times.
Throw in a jab from the old roughfisher…
Roughfisher you are dead on. I think you had to go to college in the Northeast to truly understand the phenomenon.