Phil Steele also believes implosion is

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jecornel

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upon Mora and UCLA......According to Brockndanny this morning Steele has UCLA preseason #5.

Captain kim jong vino man, once again looking wise beyond his years in the football world.
 
upon Mora and UCLA......According to Brockndanny this morning Steele has UCLA preseason #5.

Captain kim jong vino man, once again looking wise beyond his years in the football world.
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I would also be good with UCLA going 14-0 just to prove Kim wrong.
 
This year it will be since Hundley is playing..."he's winning with Rick's recruits. Let's see what happens when he gets his own guys in there."
 
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If UCLA vs. UW happens in the PAC12 title game this year I am pretty sure Kim will become even more gross and disheveled looking (which is saying something)

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This picture sums up Kim perfectly. He's a disheveled mess, but he thinks he's the man.

 
UCLA averaged an SRS of 67 in Rick's 4 years with none better than 49. Mora brings them to 30 in his first year and 8 in his second year. Kenneth couldn't have been more spectacularly wrong if he tried.
 
UCLA averaged an SRS of 67 in Rick's 4 years with none better than 49. Mora brings them to 30 in his first year and 8 in his second year. Kenneth couldn't have been more spectacularly wrong if he tried.
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Yea but Doogs hate facts so he'll dismiss that.
 
It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"

As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!

Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!

Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.

Just what I'm hearing.
 
It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"

As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!

Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!

Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.

Just what I'm hearing.
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POTD

 
It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"

As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!

Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!

Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.

Just what I'm hearing.
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That............

was beautiful.

 
It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"

As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!

Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!

Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.

Just what I'm hearing.
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That............

was beautiful.
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Thanks. Increasing my effort because I whiffed on a PLSS repoast yesterday and felt like a fucking idiot.
 
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