No comment *luckydud pulls out his panthers hat and puts it on his head lightly, he then yanks it off only to throw it into a burning fire which is ironically labeled as hell. He then turns to his comuter, beats his head on the keyboard while considering typing a nasty note to fishrod. He then curls up in a corner and lies there motionlessley for the rest of the night. His dreams are shattered. His passion crushed. God **** jake delhome. At the beginning of the second quarter luckydud was screaming put weankie in! Put weinke in! But then he realized it was too late*
Time for rants.
Stupid jake delhome and his cocky I'm so cool attitude, well guess what jake? You just screwed yourself over. I hate my life.