Met Chad at his place and he drove. His beat up corolla was full of garbage and smelled bad. He had a half full dip cup in his cupholder. The way he drove with 1 hand on the steering wheel was so fucking hot to me. I wanted him to pull over and ravage my ass.

Driving downtown to the arena we saw so many homeless people everywhere. I saw a guy with a full king size mattress, box spring, and a night stand with a clock radio all set up on a public sidewalk. Used needles were scattered all over the place. Chad said they should all be fed into a meat grinder. I laughed and acted shocked but I'd do even worse if I was in charge.

We had seats right behind the penalty jail. I had no idea how the rules of the game work or even which team was which. Most of the players were really cute though, and the brutish way they slammed into each other was quite thrilling. Chad drank 9 or 10 $12 beers before the first half was over and got pretty loaded and started shouting at the ref. I think our team won or maybe tied or lost the game. I had to drive the car home as Chad was way too far gone. I considered making a move as we pulled in but he was nearly passed out. I'm going to promote him to the meat department and hopefully we can go to another match.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4947361&forum_id=2betting#43312459)

They're GARLIC FRIES you cretin!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4947361&forum_id=2betting#43314628)

Poetry.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4947361&forum_id=2betting#43314579)