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Holy Crap, that's in Austin. Sweet.

To borrow a quote from a wise man, "There is no waiting period in Texas for anyone who even thinks about doing Christmas in a Texas way like you did. You were a naturalized Texas as soon as you crossed the border." The rest is just details.

Don't forget to leave the useless remainder of your body to the Texas government so they can perform "The Ceremony" on your remains. Damn, it's good te be a Texan.

I like the idea of the cartoon drawn pig better than the picture of the real pig, but not necessarily that particular cartoon pig. I voted start over. Go with the drawn picture, but do it differently.

No, but I did lose a shoe on a tube exit once.

If lovin' 17 year olds is wrong, I don't wanna be right. If i'm going to hell anyway, i'm going all out!

baby got book

Dude, for under 100 jumps, there's some pretty impressive shit in that video. Nice job.

It's small and grainy, but this is the best i could come up with. You get a slightly better video if you click the "see video" link at the top of the article.

I saw it, it was blatant and intentional. Idiot. I'll keep a look out for it.

So much for the next big thing. Guess he'll be borrowing money from his big brother.

It's ok Josh, we still love you. Besides, us trying to give you an intervention would be something akin to a group of monkeys attempting to cure ebola.

It may be time for an intervention...

That is some seriously funny shit.

Ok, this is may be a really stupid question, but I'm really curious, and not just being an asshole (for once). In a case like that, would it actually help to speak slower? Obviously speaking louder would be idiotic, but if a person moves their lips slower when they talk, is it easier to understand?

That is exactly why one of the things we chanted on the drag last night was "E-S-P-N Kiss My Ass!"

Maybe I will and maybe I won't. Hell, I don't even know where you live. But some one will. Sooner or later. And when it's all over, you'll thank them.

No, No, I didn't accomplish anything. My accomplishment came vicariously through the Longhorn's win in the Rose Bowl.

Ah hah, I see. It's not your morning, you're still up. I misinterpreted. My apologies, as I'm fueled by adrenaline, whiskey, and a vicarious sense of accomplishment.

Ok, you're a Texas citizen now, which means you're in the central time zone, and it's 2:30 AM here. And it's your morning, NOT you're late night??? What the heck do you do for a living? And how are we supposed to initiate you if you don't sleep at night??

Actually, if Vince returns, there won't be a single offensive player lost.

I live about 2 miles from the UT Campus in Austin. As soon as the Rose Bowl ended, I posted this thread, put on my walking shoes, and headed toward campus. As bad a shape as I'm in, I ran. I ran hard. Periodically I'd turn around and jog backwards, giving passing cars the Hook 'Em sign with one hand, and throwing a hitchhiker's thumb in the breeze with another. Every single car honked and threw the Hook 'Em sign, but not one of them stopped. I attribute that to the fact that they must have interpreted my hitchhikers thumb as a gig 'em sign and decided not to stop. About halfway there, winded from running and frustrated, I high tailed it to a stop light and hopped into the first empty truck bed I saw. The guy didn't seem to mind, as he drove us to within about a half mile of the drag and pulled over and parked. I thanked him for the ride, sprinted to the next stop light, and once again hopped into the bed of a truck. This time there were three guys in the bed, and as soon as I hopped on one of them said "If you're going to ride with us, you have to take a snort." "A snort?" I said. He handed me a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Oh, that kind of snort," and I chugged. From here on in it was stop and go traffic, since we were getting very close to the drag. I took the oppurtunity to high five every car close to me, and intermittently stand up in the truck bed and yell. Honks and screams surrounded us. As we got closer to the drag I noticed the Police had closed it off to traffic. I'm sure this has everything to do with the disasterous celebration of the Big XII Championship win over Nebraska in 1997, which I was also there for. So I thanked the guys for the whiskey, hopped out, and thanked the driver for the ride. Judging by the confused look on his face, he hadn't even noticed I was back there. As I walked from the drop point toward the main celebration, I turned to my right just in time to see some guy puke all over himself. "Dude, I just puked all over myself." He showed it to me, and then reached out for a high five. I obliged, and proceeded to run. As I neared the main celebration area, in the middle of the street, with thousands of people around, I was blindsided by my ex, and nearly tackled. Resisting the urge to hang with her, I returned the hug and disappeared into the center of the crowd. The next couple of hours are pretty much a blur. The tower shown bright orange behind us and there were chants of "We're Number 1," "Reggie Who?" "Vince Young In-Vince-Able," and "E-S-P-N Kiss My Ass" among many others. Some guy brought his trumpet and there were many stirring renditions of "Texas Fight" and "The Eyes of Texas." You should all be thankful that none of you are on my DD list, because, of course, I called everybody in my phonebook. I couldn't hear a word they said, so all I said was "This is what National Champions sound like," and held the phone in the air. I only wish BillyVance had been in my list, as I suspect he may have appreciated such a call... At one point, the Austin Police Department, despite the relative lack of destruction, decided to make a showing and snaked their way through the crowd. They were greated with chants of "A-P-D! A-P-D!" To be honest, what with the looming orange tower and the unbridled cheer for my alma mater, I shed a few tears. On the walk home, I managed to hitch a couple of rides, but they didn't last more than a couple blocks before the driver decided to turn around and make the loop again. It was generally cold and lonely, and I made it home soar, hoarse, and a little bloody, but who cares?

Longhorns Rule. The rest of 2006 is just gravy and jumps. Make all the excuses you want, you can't change the scoreboard.

yeah you did! but i respect your class in the end.