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Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (1 Viewer)

Wisconsin rules cheerleading a contact sport

Posted: January 28, 2009, 11:00 AM by Sarah Millar

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The Supreme Court in Wisconsin ruled Tuesday that cheerleading is a contact sport and therefore one cannot sue due to injuries incurred from participating in it.

The ruling states a cheerleader cannot sue a teammate for failing to catch her and that the school district cannot be sued for such occurrences.

According to the National Cheer Safety Foundation, Tuesday's decision is the first off its kind in the United States. The ruling comes from a law in Wisconsin saying participants cannot sue when they are involved in contact sports, but it does not say what those contact sports are.

In an earlier ruling, it was decided cheerleading is not a contact sport because there is no contact between opposing teams. But the Supreme Court overwhelmingly overturned that decision saying there is lots of contact between cheerleaders.

The decision handed down Tuesday by the court means cheerleaders in Wisconsin can only sue if they can prove a teammate's recklessness caused their fall.

:lmao:

Funny thing is we didn't need the Wisconsin Supreme Court to tell us that cheerleading is a contact sport...

Saints-Man had already told us all we know about the inner-workings of said sport.

;) :thumbup:

 
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Disco Stu said:
Saints-Man, can you confirm or deny this likeness?
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There is somewhat a similarity. zed2283's wife is lovelier in the face, while Pochahontus was sexier. The skin tone is about right. Pochahuntus hair was shoulder length, giving her a slightly tighter look if you will. However, Pochahonuts had more distinct curves.I would have to see them in cheerleading uniforms to render a final judgement.

Very well done, zed2283!!!

 
Bravo SM! I started reading this thread at 8:15, and now, almost 2 hours later feel like a need a cigarette (and I don't smoke). Well told story, and a great life lesson :goodposting: Thanks a ton for sharing.

 
Just read thru this last nite. What an epic coming of age tale that I'd rank up there withe Catcher in the Rye and The Outsiders as this story alone was well worth my subscription. I do have one question for you SM; what where your teams colors as I'm looking to buy his/hers cheerleading uniforms as you've inspired me to start my own little squad.

 
Thank you, Moderators.

RIP, Saints Man. You really owned this thread in a way nobody else has or will again. Re-reading this has been fun and you will be missed.

 
'Saints-Man said:
*Puts coffee cup away. Decides to class up the Pete's Wicked Ale by pouring it in a beer stein. Life is good*

Okay...here is the background to and follow-up to my previous story.

Pochahontas took great pride in her skill. Quite warranted IMO. It is important to note that this is a time before cell phones, a time before the internet. Information traveled more slowly. And this was a pretty narrow world. However, as I would learn later, Pochahontas had developed quite the reputation for her achievements. While there was no score card as I recall, she had developed the reputation as the one to beat. I knew nothing of this.

We dated exclusively, at least at times, but I had a full social calendar with my sorority "work". I was known as their little-brother, a pass-around. I would help the sorority with all their various activities...setting up for parties, helping them with any volunteer work, tutoring a few of them in math. As would surface many times in our future, Pochahontas was quite jealous of my association with the sorority.

The point of the above is that we would see each other alot, but we were not glued to each other's side. Sometimes I would see her before games, sometimes not. This particular day of the events I posted previously, I had just finished some computer time(these are the days of a central computing facility and you had to schedule time) and was going to head home(I lived less than 10 minutes from campus at my parent's house...remember, this is a commuter school), and one of the frat guys I knew found me and told me that Pochahontas was looking for me. Kind of odd...but no biggie. So I head over to the gym.

It is an hour before the game. The teams are in a shoot-around and the cheerleaders are doing some warm-ups. She sees me and makes a beeline for me. I have no idea whats up.

She tells me she needs to talk to me. Now, a little about her personality. She didn't discuss her "feelings". We didn't spend hours talking about our "relationship". She almost had a guys personality. It was all fun and games and maybe how someone pissed her off that day.

She leads me outside, which I find kind of strange. Of course, my first thought is,"I didn't do anything". But she doesn't seem angry. So we walk to my car and start talking, but we are just leaning on the outside. Our conversation proceeds something as follows:

P: Saints-Man, I am nervous.

SM: You? Nervous about what?

P: So-and-so tonight. She is pretty good.

SM: What are you talking about?

P: The flip-flop contest!! (Like I am supposed to know what this was...but I quickly put two-and-two together)

SM: You are more than "pretty" good. You are very good.

P: I have heard some people think she is going to beat me.(This surprises me...we have been dating for several months and this is the first inkling I have seen of self-doubt in her).

SM: Doesn't matter what other people think. I have seen you do this. I haven't seen anyone come close to you.(I am officially in coach-speak mode now...I never realized that people paid any attention to this whatsoever.

P: She's different.

SM: How do you know?

P: I have heard.

SM: I think you are going to wipe the floor with her. I have never seen anyone come close to you. I think she is solely fighting for 2nd place. You are great under these pressure situations.(This is not a stereotypical whiny female conversation. She is expressing some pre-game jitters, and is not just fishing for a compliment. It was just the tone of the conversation)

P: I just don't know why I am nervous.

SM: Probably because this is the first time someone is even in your league. But you are still valedictorian.(Complete and utter coach-speak...I have no idea what I am talking about). Haven't you experienced nerves before?

P: No, just excitement.(Which is consistent with our sexy time. I was greatly enjoying our physical relationship, but this was my first sexual relationship and I was still enjoying the newness of it, so experimentation was not contemplated. She was occasionally not in the mood, but that was rare and there were no games. Quite refreshing and different from subsequent intimate relationships)

SM: Well, if I were you I would either just ride out the nerves or find a way to break the tension.

P: How do you do it?

SM: Well, I usually ride out the nerves. However, there were a few times that I ....(stop thinking about how to put this)

P: That you?

SM: masturbated a few hours before a game to relieve the tension(I had learned by that time that this was a very bad idea that I lost my energy - Orgasms weaken legs - but I was under the gun and didn't have time for a dissertation on the pros and cons)

P: Do we have time?

Time for some editorial comment. I will fully admit I was not, and am still not, a player. I wasn't close to being a player. I got along well with women. Women were and are comfortable with me, mainly because I was not in full-blown heat seeking mode at every moment. This modus operandi has cost me quite a few opportunities to get laid. I fully acknowledge that. I realize some my question my manhood. I fully acknowledge that also. Now, I realize that this admission may get me banned from this board due to my falling far short of FBG standards. But it was, and still is, true. That being posted, I was caught COMPLETELY off guard. You have to consider my background of growing up around practicing Catholic girls. However, making my father proud in this area for the first time in my life...my brain responded in an acceptable time frame.

SM: Not for me, but I think we do for you. Get in the car.

For those of you familiar with UNO, the parking lot to the gym(Not the UNO Arena, but the gym) is VERY small. Mabye 100 cars, and it was a simple rectangle. No place to hide. People were arriving for the game and no car in the parking lot was safe from observers.

So, it was a short ride to the Lakefront, less than ten minutes. Now...she is in full uniform. Off come the tights(the underwear if you will, but it is not shear). Saints-Man rises to the occasion and with the danger of being caught and the full blown eroticism, was able to diddle her to orgasm with a little time to spare. She was unquestionably the best peforming sexual partner I have ever had.

We are both fully aware of the mission here. After a brief post-orgasm embrace, the conversation:

SM: Feel better?

P: Yes....that was great.

SM: How are your nerves?

P: Great. I feel good.

SM: Well, we need to get you to that basketball game.

And there I was, Batman driving the Batmobile, my mission accomplished.

During the game, when I absentmindedly had tapped my left hand on my mouth, I could still smell "her". That is why I smiled.

We went out for a while after the game with the other cheerleaders. Eventually, we made it back to her apartment. It was a great night, probably the greatnest night of sex in my life. Oral sex galore, mixed in with intercourse and my first experience with doggy-style(non-anal) sex. We went at it until the sun shown in her apartment signaling a new day. Then, we collapsed, completely satiated. We slept through our morning classes. And I couldn't give a rat's ### about it.

That day has long lived in the spank bank.

*Nice long satisfy sip from my stein*
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P: Is there time?SM: Not for me, but I think we do for you. Get in the car.

:suds:

If there is a heaven this dude is cheer coaching there right now.

:banned:

 
'Saints-Man said:
*Settling in again, taking a long sip from my beer stein, enjoying the cold and condensation in my grip*

That semester was a sex fest. I never bragged about this to anyone at the time, because most of the girls on the squad, while more mature and more pleasant, had the sexual morays of the girls I knew in High School. I would seriously doubt that the majority of the girls had intercourse before they were married. The most they did was kissing. That was a big deal to them. I knew I was holding four aces, and I wasn't going to tip my hand and have the whole game end. I was quite satisfied to live the life of Riley and being the only one who was aware of it.

It was beyond great. Her apartment was out in Kenner(for those of you familiar with the city) and which was 30-35 minutes away from campus. Now, on the occasions that I knew my parents were out of the house(attending a funeral or something), we would go to my house and engage in sexual congress in between classes. Sweeeeeeeeeet.

Like I mentioned previously, she had such a guy's attitude about things. She did have a jealous streak, quite a serious one at that, but she was in no way fragile. We had our share of confrontations, but we never had the long endless conversations about our relationship that I heard that others endured. For that time, she was a party girl. We had a round of bars to go to, and she liked to close them down, which unlike most places in the country was when the patrons left, not at some pre-determined time. We, and more often she, closed those bars down, a decent number of times at sunset and sometimes later. I enjoyed it sometimes, but I wasn't the guy who always closed the bar down. I had a lot of different things happening in my life and I was enjoying them.

While we never tried anything anal, the rest of the sex was a go. If I didn't close down a bar and she did, she would call me when she got home and sexy time was on.

She had quite the imagination. We were both 19 years old. Those were the days I could go all night long, and we often did. She was quite the athelete, and her stamina was incredible. Yes, several times upon request, she donned her uniform. Oh...that stayed in the spank bank for years. With her, it wasn't just the uniform. She had great legs. Perfectly proportioned, and a bit muscular but not overtly so. And an abosolutely perfect butt. Very round, and very firm. I never noticed an ounce of cellulite on Pochahontas.

Most guys noticed her boobies, which I have described previously. I would get the nudges...Hey Saints-Man, are they real? Do you motor boat(it was a different expression at the time but the term escapes me) he he he. These guys were just talk. They had NO FREAKING CLUE. Keeping my cards close to my vest, I did nothing but smile and laugh it off.

They were sweet too. But I was an butt-and-legs man, and she had those in :pickle: In hindsight, the only slight issue was that she was not taller. I didn't complain then, and I am not complaining now. Just offering that as a objective observation.

But the best part was....her taste. Honey and nectar. It was until later in my life that I realized how lucky I was. I LOVED doing it, and she loved having it done. It was the better than the best dessert bar I ever had. It was just her, naturally. It was UNFREAKING believable. The occasional donning of the uniform did increase the eroticism of this activity. I was an alchoholic and her hoochie was a finely aged vintage Jack Daniels.

There was an element of danger here. Upon climax, as you can imagine or have experienced, she would clench her legs as an involuntary muscle respone to the pleasure. There were a few times, where I could feel the intense pressure on my skull. There were a few times that the force was so strong I felt a twinge of fear that my skull would break.

This was my training ground, and I was afforded the luxury of plenty of practice. I also learned that you always make sure she is satisfied first. Through trial and error, I learned it was best to satisfy her first, then me, then get back to her. I was Pygmallion, and she was a great lab partner.

An important chronological note to mention(which is important in denoument of this tale) is that I joined a fraternity that semester. Five of the eight male cheerleaders were in this fraternity, and it was a good experience for me. The fraternity was big by UNO's standards, and we were the only fraternity with a house. And, it was off campus. She was a little sister(an unofficial designation) so we had a full social calendar. My big brother in the fraternity was Doug. He was one of the cheerleaders.

*I take another large gulp from my stein. I am awashed in the pleasure of the memory*
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It was beyond great. Her apartment was out in Kenner(for those of you familiar with the city) and which was 30-35 minutes away from campus. Now, on the occasions that I knew my parents were out of the house(attending a funeral or something), we would go to my house and engage in sexual congress in between classes. Sweeeeeeeeeet. :lmao: :banned: I like to think that somewhere a young male somewhere is getting laid because his parents are attending Saints-Man's funeral, preferably with a 6 pack of good beer he stole from his dad. Circle of life.

 
'Big Dumb Ape said:
'Saints-Man said:
*Puts coffee cup away. Decides to class up the Pete's Wicked Ale by pouring it in a beer stein. Life is good*

Okay...here is the background to and follow-up to my previous story.

Pochahontas took great pride in her skill. Quite warranted IMO. It is important to note that this is a time before cell phones, a time before the internet. Information traveled more slowly. And this was a pretty narrow world. However, as I would learn later, Pochahontas had developed quite the reputation for her achievements. While there was no score card as I recall, she had developed the reputation as the one to beat. I knew nothing of this.

We dated exclusively, at least at times, but I had a full social calendar with my sorority "work". I was known as their little-brother, a pass-around. I would help the sorority with all their various activities...setting up for parties, helping them with any volunteer work, tutoring a few of them in math. As would surface many times in our future, Pochahontas was quite jealous of my association with the sorority.

The point of the above is that we would see each other alot, but we were not glued to each other's side. Sometimes I would see her before games, sometimes not. This particular day of the events I posted previously, I had just finished some computer time(these are the days of a central computing facility and you had to schedule time) and was going to head home(I lived less than 10 minutes from campus at my parent's house...remember, this is a commuter school), and one of the frat guys I knew found me and told me that Pochahontas was looking for me. Kind of odd...but no biggie. So I head over to the gym.

It is an hour before the game. The teams are in a shoot-around and the cheerleaders are doing some warm-ups. She sees me and makes a beeline for me. I have no idea whats up.

She tells me she needs to talk to me. Now, a little about her personality. She didn't discuss her "feelings". We didn't spend hours talking about our "relationship". She almost had a guys personality. It was all fun and games and maybe how someone pissed her off that day.

She leads me outside, which I find kind of strange. Of course, my first thought is,"I didn't do anything". But she doesn't seem angry. So we walk to my car and start talking, but we are just leaning on the outside. Our conversation proceeds something as follows:

P: Saints-Man, I am nervous.

SM: You? Nervous about what?

P: So-and-so tonight. She is pretty good.

SM: What are you talking about?

P: The flip-flop contest!! (Like I am supposed to know what this was...but I quickly put two-and-two together)

SM: You are more than "pretty" good. You are very good.

P: I have heard some people think she is going to beat me.(This surprises me...we have been dating for several months and this is the first inkling I have seen of self-doubt in her).

SM: Doesn't matter what other people think. I have seen you do this. I haven't seen anyone come close to you.(I am officially in coach-speak mode now...I never realized that people paid any attention to this whatsoever.

P: She's different.

SM: How do you know?

P: I have heard.

SM: I think you are going to wipe the floor with her. I have never seen anyone come close to you. I think she is solely fighting for 2nd place. You are great under these pressure situations.(This is not a stereotypical whiny female conversation. She is expressing some pre-game jitters, and is not just fishing for a compliment. It was just the tone of the conversation)

P: I just don't know why I am nervous.

SM: Probably because this is the first time someone is even in your league. But you are still valedictorian.(Complete and utter coach-speak...I have no idea what I am talking about). Haven't you experienced nerves before?

P: No, just excitement.(Which is consistent with our sexy time. I was greatly enjoying our physical relationship, but this was my first sexual relationship and I was still enjoying the newness of it, so experimentation was not contemplated. She was occasionally not in the mood, but that was rare and there were no games. Quite refreshing and different from subsequent intimate relationships)

SM: Well, if I were you I would either just ride out the nerves or find a way to break the tension.

P: How do you do it?

SM: Well, I usually ride out the nerves. However, there were a few times that I ....(stop thinking about how to put this)

P: That you?

SM: masturbated a few hours before a game to relieve the tension(I had learned by that time that this was a very bad idea that I lost my energy - Orgasms weaken legs - but I was under the gun and didn't have time for a dissertation on the pros and cons)

P: Do we have time?

Time for some editorial comment. I will fully admit I was not, and am still not, a player. I wasn't close to being a player. I got along well with women. Women were and are comfortable with me, mainly because I was not in full-blown heat seeking mode at every moment. This modus operandi has cost me quite a few opportunities to get laid. I fully acknowledge that. I realize some my question my manhood. I fully acknowledge that also. Now, I realize that this admission may get me banned from this board due to my falling far short of FBG standards. But it was, and still is, true. That being posted, I was caught COMPLETELY off guard. You have to consider my background of growing up around practicing Catholic girls. However, making my father proud in this area for the first time in my life...my brain responded in an acceptable time frame.

SM: Not for me, but I think we do for you. Get in the car.

For those of you familiar with UNO, the parking lot to the gym(Not the UNO Arena, but the gym) is VERY small. Mabye 100 cars, and it was a simple rectangle. No place to hide. People were arriving for the game and no car in the parking lot was safe from observers.

So, it was a short ride to the Lakefront, less than ten minutes. Now...she is in full uniform. Off come the tights(the underwear if you will, but it is not shear). Saints-Man rises to the occasion and with the danger of being caught and the full blown eroticism, was able to diddle her to orgasm with a little time to spare. She was unquestionably the best peforming sexual partner I have ever had.

We are both fully aware of the mission here. After a brief post-orgasm embrace, the conversation:

SM: Feel better?

P: Yes....that was great.

SM: How are your nerves?

P: Great. I feel good.

SM: Well, we need to get you to that basketball game.

And there I was, Batman driving the Batmobile, my mission accomplished.

During the game, when I absentmindedly had tapped my left hand on my mouth, I could still smell "her". That is why I smiled.

We went out for a while after the game with the other cheerleaders. Eventually, we made it back to her apartment. It was a great night, probably the greatnest night of sex in my life. Oral sex galore, mixed in with intercourse and my first experience with doggy-style(non-anal) sex. We went at it until the sun shown in her apartment signaling a new day. Then, we collapsed, completely satiated. We slept through our morning classes. And I couldn't give a rat's ### about it.

That day has long lived in the spank bank.

*Nice long satisfy sip from my stein*
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Not to gay this thread all up...but did she beat the other girl in the flip flop things?
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:lmao: :lmao:
 
I was going to rent a movie tonight, but I couldn't find anything worth renting. I would have paid double to rent the movie of this story!! I can't believe I missed this thread the first time.

RIP Saints-Man

 
'r0llin_game said:
'TheAristocrat said:
'Saints-Man said:
'Red Eyed and Blue said:
'Saints-Man said:
'Big Dumb Ape said:
I was really, really bad at college, it appears
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BDA, so was I. There is some shame for me upcoming. I stumbled accross this. If you notice, none of this was me. I am not the aggressor here, I metaphorically and a bit literally was just along for the ride.I wasn't particulary suave, and I reiterate I was no player. I had no game. I was friends with a lot of young ladies, but very very few showed any romantic interest in me. My only guess is that my connection with cheerleading, which up the that time had been the Scarlett letter of shame, somehow piqued her interest.
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"Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then"....so to speak.

For a guy claiming to have no game, you sure come across as a guy who knew how to play when the ball was tipped.

Hot Cheerleader - Check

Sexy Time - Check

Dressing up in cheerleader outfit, sans panties, and engaging in sexy time - Check

Giving Hot Cheerleader an O-Face minutes before game time in a Toyota Tercel - Check

Avoiding a serious relationship - Check

Dating other sorority girls - Check

Sounds like you should be coaching the kids of today!
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The bolded were not true. I was in a serious relationship with Pochahontas, I was just the #####. She dictated everything.I was solely an escort to those sorority girls. Only once did it ever bubble up into romance, and it was very brief.

There is a lot I could teach the kids of today, but more about respect than game.

However, once I was handed the ball and saw the opening I ran to daylight. Not because I knew what I was doing, I just loved the sunshine on my face.
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If this isn't five star posting, I don't know what is
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:goodposting: :D :lmao:
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can any of his brick and mortar buddies link this thread to his loved ones. This should be his epithat.

There is a lot I could teach the kids of today, but more about respect than game.

However, once I was handed the ball and saw the opening I ran to daylight.

Not because I knew what I was doing, I just loved the sunshine on my face.

:suds: :cracking a cold on in honor of SM:

 
'Saints-Man said:
Yes, I was a male cheerleader in high school. Senior year only, and only after I decided to quit the football team.Also, I dated a cheerleader in college and substituted on a handful of occasions and assisted them in judging local cheerleading contests.
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And so starts one of my all time favorite threads in the FFA.
'Saints-Man said:
*breaks open a cold one* Well, my story telling is quite prosaic, but I will give it a go.
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It wasn't prosaic in the least - it was real and it was awesome.RIP SM. :(
 
I have no idea how I ever missed this thread. So fantastic. Whoever said it was like watching a movie, or better yet, actually being there, nailed it.

RIP, S-M :(

 
'Saints-Man said:
A small detail that I left out was that since I started college, I was the coach for a sorority. Now, THAT is the gig to get. But that is another thread.
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:sadbanana:I don't think we ever got to hear that story - if anyone remembers if SM ever posted it, a link would be more than awesome.I'm really enjoying re-reading this one.
 
Best thread in the history of the FFA. Can't wait to get some free time tomorrow and read it again from start to finish. It's that's good.

 
'ODoyleRules said:
'Saints-Man said:
I drive around a lot. It is about a 30 minutes drive. But I drive around first. I know I in dangerous territory here. I am driving all around the city, Mid-city, uptown, slowly but surely winding my way west, inching ever so closer to the pit of weakness.
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Please tell me you had No Easy Way Out on the stereo. Please.Great story!!
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:lmao: this thread is so good it brings a tear to my eye....
 
'Saints-Man said:
'Harry Manback said:
Holy #### SM, I feel like I just watched a freakin' movieBravo sir. Bravo.For real, impressive writing, captivating and honest, I really enjoyed it, and would absolutely read any further anecdotes. Face it, you're good at writing.
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I appreciate the kind words, HM. As far as the writing part, I am relaying a true experience in my life. I am not making these things up out of thin air. When people do that, they are the great writers. For example, Studs & Duds is a great writer. DW is a great wordsmith. bigbottom's accomplishments are self-evident.I am an above-average to good story teller, depending on the subject at hand. Also, I am a long winded. It happen to catch fire in this case, but who usually reads those long posts? I know I don't. This was a unique occurrence. And if it was not for Red Eyed and Blue setting the stage and giving just the right amount of setup, this thread would have died early as it seemed to last night. It was just a magic 24 hours, when a unique set of abilities combined with just the right setup and nurturing produces a unique outcome. I am glad it played out as long as it did, and I am glad people have enjoyed it. But I have been an active member on this board since 2004, and I was on old yeller before that. Up to now, my greatest claim to i-infamy was becoming a little to emotionally involved in one of fflw's threads. I again thank you for your kind words. I accept it for what it is. One shining moment. (queue song)
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The Squaw is tipped. The lights go down... :cry:
 
'Saints-Man said:
'OC Zed said:
This story was so good that we all completely glossed over the fact that Pocahontas threatened to break another chick's legs. :toilet: :lmao: :scared:And I totally concur with the other post that SM truly got the best of what Pocahontas had to offer. She sounds like a completely bat#### crazy chick.
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I left out some details about her life. There were things that happened to her in her life that she was forced to grow up fast. Did you notice that an 18/19 year old was living in her own apartment, while a attending a commuter school? That story belongs to her. It is not my story to tell, but let's just say difficulty in her life sprang on her early. Nothing tragic, but difficult nonetheless.That is why I can look back on our time together with no judgement and no anger. She had her challenges, and I had mine. We were two kids trying to find our way. Our paths crossed, and while it burned hot for a while, there was collateral damage. It makes for an entertaining yarn, a little life wisdom, and nothing more. And a valuable lesson: Cheerleading is serious business!
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I am picturing this similar to the "narrator's montage' In the end of stand by me.epic.
 
'Guster said:
'Thorn said:
don't take this the wrong way, man, but #### you hipple.
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:goodposting:
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we all grieve in our own ways. I'm Irish. Our wakes are sloppy and celebratory. Something tells me Saints-Man wouldn't object to a final hippling. Kind of like a 21 gun salute.I for one am just glad that he was able to relive his glory days through this thread, and then get to see a lombardi in NO before leaving us too soon. :banned: This ones for you S-M!
 
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