The coal whistle is the one forced tradition that has worked and stuck around.
Remember this one?
Remember this one?
What about the pre-game spelling of kentucky 🤢The coal whistle is the one forced tradition that has worked and stuck around.
Remember this one?
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Both absolute bangers, imoWhat about the pre-game spelling of kentucky 🤢
I'm glad they finally gave up on "were from Kentucky " and cotton eyed joe".
Chad is what 42?At what age does fingerbanging stop becoming even noteworthy? 25? If any one of my friends called and told me that he fingerbanged a girl (assuming the friend was single), my immediate reaction would be "So?"
At what age does fingerbanging stop becoming even noteworthy? 25? If any one of my friends called and told me that he fingerbanged a girl (assuming the friend was single), my immediate reaction would be "So?"
If anything cool happened, he shouldn't have buried the headline.Really? Just a “so”?
Pretty sure my immediate reaction would be “and then what happened”?
Not a specific story - but I always got a kick out of my dad telling me (as I was older and out of the house) that when he and his brothers got home late from a night out (late 60s/70s), his dad would be in a chair - white t and underwear and ask the fellas “did you boys get any stink finger tonight?” No idea if he was serious or just putting them on the spot and get them uncomfortable…Listen, with a 2 year old and a 2 mo old, I’m all for fingerbanging stories so please share!
For the first few years of the coal whistle, booker would text "COOOAAAAALLL WHIIIIIISTLLLE" on every single 3rd or 4th down. Every single one.
Depends on the location of the finger banging.
as smooth as you’d expect a Hs jr to be, I ramble on about windmills, clowns and 18 holes - only to relive and rethink the answer for years to come. Fingers clean as could be.
We gonna buttfuq'em like they Mrs DuffyCats gonna fingerbang LSU in 24 hours!
Exactly.😂 - Reminds me of this scene from Sideways.
I don't think that game has ever been played at night, and for as long as I can remember its always around a noon kickoff. I don't know if that's tradition or is scheduled that way because of the State Fair.- ABC has Oklahoma/Texas, but puts it at noon and puts Michigan/Nebraska in primetime. That makes sense.
OK, Wynn. It’s Friday night, big guy. Your time to shine and you have been set up perfectly.
I always felt like Amelia Island was a poor man’s Kiawah. Good spot for you though Wynn!- Eat shit, you common laborers. I’ll be beaching it for a while. Love you all.
I don't think that game has ever been played at night, and for as long as I can remember its always around a noon kickoff. I don't know if that's tradition or is scheduled that way because of the State Fair.
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I wonder if Urban Meyer is the kinda guy who takes his first two fingers and holds them up to his buddy's nose to get a whiff. Probably.
That's no reason to skip the tailgate. I do that after every tailgate anyway. Marcus.- As luck would have it, I’ve been sitting in a hot tub on the edge of the marsh on Amelia Island watching the sun set for the past couple hours.
- A fingerbang was as far as I got before I got “the look,” so there you go. In-laws had the kids out on a golf cart ride, so I don’t necessarily see what the problem was. Guess it just wasn’t my time. But it really didn’t detract from the moment. I just kicked back with a glass of brown and watched the herons and other assorted avian friends do their dusk routine.
- (Ir)regardless, I don’t really feel like talking to people anymore anyhow. About anything.
- Trying to decide between a Stihl 85C handheld blower versus a backpack setup. The former will be far and away adequate to get the job done. But any reason to get the backpack rig? Other than general Gyero-man status? I have an acre with lots of mature, stately trees, so I could probably justify it. But I’m coming from having a 55R which *generally* got the job done, other than during the throes of autumn, when it was inadequate. Don’t want to look like a chud out there with a ridiculous and unnecessary setup with the backpack.
- Speaking of golf carts, my father in law decided his old one was washed up, so he went the Joey CPO route and bought a three year old one from the local shop that sells to all the assholes in the Plantation. Only interesting thing is that it is candy apple red and has a lift kit and these ridiculous chrome rims. I don’t think he realizes that it is most definitely a (B)lack man’s golfcart. Probably the old rig of a Jaguars player or something. In any event, we looked out of place on it.
- I still drank all day and drove it around. Did not golf, however.
- Feeling pretty nervous about tomorrow. Bad 2007 and 2018 vibe. Too much Wildcat football in me to feel otherwise. Last week, conversely, I felt great leading up to the game. We were playing with house money. Certainly didn’t think we would win. Now, the pressure is on. This spot has not been good to us historically. Don’t get me wrong, we’re absolutely the better team. But, UK Football. My demons haven’t been exorcised quite yet. But we are getting close. God bless, Mark.
- I think I was actually on the outskirts of your all’s tailgate last weekend, but I had enough brown-out sense about me to keep my blinders on and just keep moving forward to my destination. It would not have been a good introduction. I would have probably “met” Anth by him kicking me in the ribs to wake me up on Sunday morning in his front lawn.
- Eat shit, you common laborers. I’ll be beaching it for a while. Love you all.