I am a diehard fan of the NFL does anyone think that the Cowboys should sign Jamal Adams or Jadeveon Clowney
I need to lose weight bad
I'm an airsoft enthusiast/Referee worker at my local field and our shop finally reopened today! After a long work day and a miserably long state shutdown period and having been suspended from my main job, not to mention relationship problems within the months, needless to say I was ecstatic to go back to my beloved sport and hobby! I missed the pain and adrenaline it gave me and the excercise I received. Showed up and felt an immediate sense of welcome back to my home away from homes. some of the coolest guys I met were there along with other familiar faces and some I simply forgot but still welcomed as if we were acquainted. One face stuck out in particular that I didnt recognize. Some little 7 year old kid saw me when I walked in and his face cracked this big, toothy grin. I didnt recognize him but I'm not denying my selective memory or being rude so I returned it with a gentle smile and a courteous tip of my hat. During the first hour as I was setting up my gear and assembling my Airsoft rifles, I took notice he kept walking by my table here and there and peeking at my workings. I moderately ignored him but not in a rude way as I wasnt sure of what his intentions were nor did I want to be aloof and just brush him off. They're my extended family of friends. I'll treat them with the same respect. After the second hour started, I noticed I was missing a glove. I already missed 3 games to play and I didnt want to miss anymore but I didn't want to go with only one glove. While I searched for my glove, that kid didnt go up either. He just meandered around the lobby and passed by my way as I looked frantically for my glove. I overheard the owner ask him if he was gonna go up again, to which he didn't get a verbal reply but a shake of the head. While I looked, I talked to some other people and that kid walked by me and was twirling his airsoft pistol on his middle finger like a helicopter rotor. Me, having spent two years practicing gun twirling, saw the calamity ahead and gave him some pointers on proper technique, gave him a demonstration with my custom built Elite Force Smokewagon revolver. He started practicing and wandered off. Finally I concluded my glove was left at home! so I drove home real quick, found it on the ground and drove back. By that time another game passed and I was two and a half hours in with no playtime!!! As I entered the front door, the owner/ my boss approached me and said "Hey Batman." (My callsign is Batman). I ask what's up and he tells me that the kid was waiting for me to return. Confused, I asked why. He said "He wont go up until you do. Guess he feels safer when you're up there." Jestingly, I say that if he wants safer I reccomend he picks one of the other half dozen players because I'm practically a suicide runner making impossibly stupid choices and making it work. I prefer to work alone. But I didnt want to still be a dick. We went up, my FIRST GAME IN MONTHS!!, And during the countdown, the kid comes up to me and says "you got my back right?" his english was broken and his sentence structure was questionable but I responded with "I got your back bud." Throughout the entire duration of the day, he and I were on the same teams and i always kept his back covered. He lead and I covered. During the time I gave him the nickname "Curly fries" cause his hair was extremely curly and it was the first thing that hit my mind. I let him use my personal gun, which I never do because I don't trust random kids with my $300 AEG. He treated it well. At the end of the night when we were packing up, he asked me if I'll be back tomorrow. I told him "I'll be back tomorrow curly fries. If you want, you can use my gun again." He left and I was left with a question. I asked my boss what was up with that kid. He told me "He looks up to you Batman. You treat him nice. I guess his dad isnt around that much and isnt that nice.". I dont remember this kid for the life of me, not denying I havent met him before. He's a nice kid.
Are the Cowboys going to the Super bowl this year
I have a fantasy that when I'm showering at the gym , someone accidentally walks in on me and we get to know each other very well. 😋
I'm a 28 year old white dude from new jersey in my head and for this reason, I win every debate
I play cricket. My dad started my love for the game since 5 years ago. He was a coach. He lost his driving licence last year, and he doesn't have a job now. He was supposed to be my number one supporter, but now he is my number one hater. I played like crap in a match yesterday (Sunday.) I am a well known player in the club. I usually don't play for the club I played for yesterday, since I am part of another more official club, and I play in girls matches. (because I am a girl, lol.) Keep in mind that I am still a kid, so obviously I can't do everything right. My dad was umpiring, so that meant he could insult me as much as he wanted. I was playing in a boy's match, but they were young. He was like "You are an idiot" "You don't even know how to play" "You are useless" and more disgusting things. I had lost much of my self-confidence because of him. I told him today after school that I will try harder, and he just went on another stupid rant. He told me that he will no longer help me in cricket and he assumes that I have no interest in the game. NO INTEREST IN THE GAME? Most stupid accusation I ever heard. I love the game, and I told my parents last year that I wanted to take it seriously. So how can he say that? Ugh, I realise this confession is taking a lot of space. Anyway, I love the game, and I hope I can play my best in the future, so he regrets what he said to me. I still have some issues with self confidence, but I am getting stronger and stronger :)
I'm worried about my son. He's not showing any drive. He's 7 and he just doesn't want to try. His little sister is eager to learn. Reading, gymnastics, skateboarding, everything. My won just can't seem to be made to bother. It reminds me of the worst parts of myself. Like his fear of failure has become a fear of trying. Kids who aren't as smart as him are surpassing him and I don't want him to waste his youth like I did.
I am planning on faking a concussion just for attention cause I don't get any.
I just want to be tied up and fucked