My thoughts on the state of 2020 recruiting (long)

Back when I was a young teen boy with exquisite hips, my best friend was from a super conservative christian family that repressed him pretty heavily. This was back when some TVs (especially those belonging to us pours) still had a knob to tune the channels and another knob for picture calibration.

One night, I'm over at his place while his parents are gone, and he's all excited to show me this new thing that he discovered. He changes the channel to Cinemax--which no way his parents were paying for, so it's all scrambled in fuzz--and he starts turning the picture adjustment knob.

And turns.

And turns.

And turns.

And like five minutes later, holy shit, there's boobs. And ass. And then more softcore actors fucking. The picture wasn't perfect, and every once in a while it would jump in and out of being scrambled, but it was totally watchable for repressed 13 year old horndogs before internet porn was invented.

And it was also the most pathetic thing I've ever contemplated: I'm not exaggerating on the five minutes of knob turning. In one direction. How long must he have fucked with that thing before landing on that secret? How desperate was this kid for a little half-scrambled softcore porn?

Anyway, manipulating a URL to access a recruiting class ranking reminded me of this story for some reason. Not sure why.
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You’re not invited to my house anymore.

Snitches get stitches.
 
Back when I was a young teen boy with exquisite hips, my best friend was from a super conservative christian family that repressed him pretty heavily. This was back when some TVs (especially those belonging to us pours) still had a knob to tune the channels and another knob for picture calibration.

One night, I'm over at his place while his parents are gone, and he's all excited to show me this new thing that he discovered. He changes the channel to Cinemax--which no way his parents were paying for, so it's all scrambled in fuzz--and he starts turning the picture adjustment knob.

And turns.

And turns.

And turns.

And like five minutes later, holy shit, there's boobs. And ass. And then more softcore actors fucking. The picture wasn't perfect, and every once in a while it would jump in and out of being scrambled, but it was totally watchable for repressed 13 year old horndogs before internet porn was invented.

And it was also the most pathetic thing I've ever contemplated: I'm not exaggerating on the five minutes of knob turning. In one direction. How long must he have fucked with that thing before landing on that secret? How desperate was this kid for a little half-scrambled softcore porn?

Anyway, manipulating a URL to access a recruiting class ranking reminded me of this story for some reason. Not sure why.
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My friends and I fried a parent's TV doing the same thing. We looked like the world's shittiest engineers trying to create elaborate antennas in the hope of seeing a titty. Of course we had no idea how cable worked, but sticking things in the RF input seemed like a good idea.
 
Back when I was a young teen boy with exquisite hips, my best friend was from a super conservative christian family that repressed him pretty heavily. This was back when some TVs (especially those belonging to us pours) still had a knob to tune the channels and another knob for picture calibration.

One night, I'm over at his place while his parents are gone, and he's all excited to show me this new thing that he discovered. He changes the channel to Cinemax--which no way his parents were paying for, so it's all scrambled in fuzz--and he starts turning the picture adjustment knob.

And turns.

And turns.

And turns.

And like five minutes later, holy shit, there's boobs. And ass. And then more softcore actors fucking. The picture wasn't perfect, and every once in a while it would jump in and out of being scrambled, but it was totally watchable for repressed 13 year old horndogs before internet porn was invented.

And it was also the most pathetic thing I've ever contemplated: I'm not exaggerating on the five minutes of knob turning. In one direction. How long must he have fucked with that thing before landing on that secret? How desperate was this kid for a little half-scrambled softcore porn?

Anyway, manipulating a URL to access a recruiting class ranking reminded me of this story for some reason. Not sure why.
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My friends and I fried a parent's TV doing the same thing. We looked like the world's shittiest engineers trying to create elaborate antennas in the hope of seeing a titty. Of course we had no idea how cable worked, but sticking things in the RF input seemed like a good idea.
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Horny teen boys will just stick it it any available input.
 
Back when I was a young teen boy with exquisite hips, my best friend was from a super conservative christian family that repressed him pretty heavily. This was back when some TVs (especially those belonging to us pours) still had a knob to tune the channels and another knob for picture calibration.

One night, I'm over at his place while his parents are gone, and he's all excited to show me this new thing that he discovered. He changes the channel to Cinemax--which no way his parents were paying for, so it's all scrambled in fuzz--and he starts turning the picture adjustment knob.

And turns.

And turns.

And turns.

And like five minutes later, holy shit, there's boobs. And ass. And then more softcore actors fucking. The picture wasn't perfect, and every once in a while it would jump in and out of being scrambled, but it was totally watchable for repressed 13 year old horndogs before internet porn was invented.

And it was also the most pathetic thing I've ever contemplated: I'm not exaggerating on the five minutes of knob turning. In one direction. How long must he have fucked with that thing before landing on that secret? How desperate was this kid for a little half-scrambled softcore porn?

Anyway, manipulating a URL to access a recruiting class ranking reminded me of this story for some reason. Not sure why.
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My friends and I fried a parent's TV doing the same thing. We looked like the world's shittiest engineers trying to create elaborate antennas in the hope of seeing a titty. Of course we had no idea how cable worked, but sticking things in the RF input seemed like a good idea.
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Horny teen boys will just stick it it any available input.
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Huh?
 
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We had a my dad has Playboy under his bed guy
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Confession time. My dad had a stash that he thought was an awesome secret hiding place. He had a poker table setup in the back half of our basement rec room, and he and his buddies would play poker, drink, and smoke.

As it happened, the poker table was in a room that had the foundation for our upstairs fireplace, and one of my friends opened the door for the ash cleanout -- and inside we found a stack of 12 or so playboy magazines inside of a thick plastic bag.

My mom could hear us from upstairs opening and closing the door whenever my friends came over because the ash cleanout door was old and rusty -- but she didn't know exactly what the sound was. She would yell down the stairs "stop making that noise you kids!" but she never came down to investigate.

 
We had a my dad has Playboy under his bed guy
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Confession time. My dad had a stash that he thought was an awesome secret hiding place. He had a poker table setup in the back half of our basement rec room, and he and his buddies would play poker, drink, and smoke.

As it happened, the poker table was in a room that had the foundation for our upstairs fireplace, and one of my friends opened the door for the ash cleanout -- and inside we found a stack of 12 or so playboy magazines inside of a thick plastic bag.

My mom could hear us from upstairs opening and closing the door whenever my friends came over because the ash cleanout door was old and rusty -- but she didn't know exactly what the sound was[/b]. She would yell down the stairs "stop making that noise you kids!" but she never came down to investigate.
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Keep telling yourself that.
 
We had a my dad has Playboy under his bed guy
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Confession time. My dad had a stash that he thought was an awesome secret hiding place. He had a poker table setup in the back half of our basement rec room, and he and his buddies would play poker, drink, and smoke.

As it happened, the poker table was in a room that had the foundation for our upstairs fireplace, and one of my friends opened the door for the ash cleanout -- and inside we found a stack of 12 or so playboy magazines inside of a thick plastic bag.

My mom could hear us from upstairs opening and closing the door whenever my friends came over because the ash cleanout door was old and rusty -- but she didn't know exactly what the sound was[/b]. She would yell down the stairs "stop making that noise you kids!" but she never came down to investigate.
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Keep telling yourself that.
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She also thought his socks were crusty because his feet sweated a lot.
 
We had a my dad has Playboy under his bed guy
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Confession time. My dad had a stash that he thought was an awesome secret hiding place. He had a poker table setup in the back half of our basement rec room, and he and his buddies would play poker, drink, and smoke.

As it happened, the poker table was in a room that had the foundation for our upstairs fireplace, and one of my friends opened the door for the ash cleanout -- and inside we found a stack of 12 or so playboy magazines inside of a thick plastic bag.

My mom could hear us from upstairs opening and closing the door whenever my friends came over because the ash cleanout door was old and rusty -- but she didn't know exactly what the sound was. She would yell down the stairs "stop making that noise you kids!" but she never came down to investigate.
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Did you guys take turns going to the bathroom?

Did your mom complain about how much tissue paper you went through in a month?
 
We had a my dad has Playboy under his bed guy
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Confession time. My dad had a stash that he thought was an awesome secret hiding place. He had a poker table setup in the back half of our basement rec room, and he and his buddies would play poker, drink, and smoke.

As it happened, the poker table was in a room that had the foundation for our upstairs fireplace, and one of my friends opened the door for the ash cleanout -- and inside we found a stack of 12 or so playboy magazines inside of a thick plastic bag.

My mom could hear us from upstairs opening and closing the door whenever my friends came over because the ash cleanout door was old and rusty -- but she didn't know exactly what the sound was. She would yell down the stairs "stop making that noise you kids!" but she never came down to investigate.
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Our kids will be telling stories about dad's secret porn stash hidden in a random documents folder on the computer
 
We had a my dad has Playboy under his bed guy
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Confession time. My dad had a stash that he thought was an awesome secret hiding place. He had a poker table setup in the back half of our basement rec room, and he and his buddies would play poker, drink, and smoke.

As it happened, the poker table was in a room that had the foundation for our upstairs fireplace, and one of my friends opened the door for the ash cleanout -- and inside we found a stack of 12 or so playboy magazines inside of a thick plastic bag.

My mom could hear us from upstairs opening and closing the door whenever my friends came over because the ash cleanout door was old and rusty -- but she didn't know exactly what the sound was. She would yell down the stairs "stop making that noise you kids!" but she never came down to investigate.
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Our kids will be telling stories about dad's secret porn stash hidden in a random documents folder on the computer
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My buddy swears everyone he knows keeps their porn in a folder called "music". He didn't know where I kept mine but he was right.
 
We had a my dad has Playboy under his bed guy
Click to expand...

Confession time. My dad had a stash that he thought was an awesome secret hiding place. He had a poker table setup in the back half of our basement rec room, and he and his buddies would play poker, drink, and smoke.

As it happened, the poker table was in a room that had the foundation for our upstairs fireplace, and one of my friends opened the door for the ash cleanout -- and inside we found a stack of 12 or so playboy magazines inside of a thick plastic bag.

My mom could hear us from upstairs opening and closing the door whenever my friends came over because the ash cleanout door was old and rusty -- but she didn't know exactly what the sound was. She would yell down the stairs "stop making that noise you kids!" but she never came down to investigate.
Click to expand...

Our kids will be telling stories about dad's secret porn stash hidden in a random documents folder on the computer
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My buddy swears everyone he knows keeps their porn in a folder called "music". He didn't know where I kept mine but he was right.
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You can't just put it in "Music", it has to go "Music" - "Rock" - "Pink Floyd" - "Umagumma" - "Disc 2"

Hidden somewhere deep where no one will look
 
I don't save porn. I like to play the field and not get tied down with one girl
 
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