Ogre

I wasn’t always an Ogre. I also wasn’t wise enough to stay away from blow and strippers....and it ended up being a very ***** up experience...two of them were sisters. I ended up coming down to the point where everyone disgusted me(including myself!)so I left and drive home at 7 am..... Holy *****...maybe I’ve been an Ogre all this time.?

1999. Three beautiful women. Copious amounts of lsd.

I’ve seen that kid get seriously disturbed and go full on chimpanzee on a mofo....

You know that big softie MacWilliams. Then they put that wimp Borgen with him so he could learn how to crochet...er, uhmmm.......body bags....

I slipped on my front steps last night and caught myself backwards on my elbows and my left shoulder got jammed up pretty badly. Had a very hard time putting clothes on this morning. I’m really starting to think it’s *****.

I was born with a hockey face minus the hockey talent.

It’s the most God awful thing any man has to do. I’m very sorry.

I appreciate you posting these @inkman. I’m working massive OT and teaching on the side so I’m going to miss a lot of games. I’ll most likely end up with multiple vouchers at some point. Maybe another opportunity for a SS Amerks game...

He reminds me so much of a couple good ol’ “up north boys” I grew up with way back in the day, minus that regional twang of course.

Are you ***** kidding me?

I’m loving you’re style right now.

I may need an ambulance before this is over.

We forget and move on.

***** happens

I need to change my underwear.

Too much stupid for me to handle.

I’m sure that if you peeked into their diaries you would see how his junk was actually the true hero of the game.

One play all day and we can stop talking about it. And brother too. Let’s keep a camera on him.

I’m at the brink of not renewing. It’s like bizarro world when you don’t want the riff raff from the big club tainting(hehe, I said taint) you’re minor club. I spoke too soon. Or.....

It started at 38. I had long beautiful blonde hair and textbook beard. Miss it all dearly but life is a bitch.

Yep I really am an Ogre.

Hehe..I’m friggin 47. And there’s six months of work on top of that. Three years ago after the pneumonia I was down to a sickly 145 lbs. That’s at 180.

I invested in everything I need for home years ago. I’m way too OCD to be able to use a public facility unless it were closed. Since that incident with the pneumonia(I was on and off for a year here and there)I’ve been working hard and consistently. That’s the key I think. Well anyways I’ve been having success and a tougher time finding clothes that fit right. My FIL is insisting that I need to wear xl tees but I’m only 5’8. I can’t wear a friggin shirt that comes down near my knees. Looks worse that just wearing the large that is a little snug. None of my dress shirt are able to be buttoned around the neck(I can hide it with a double Windsor) and the more of the shirt I fill, the shorter the sleeves are(can’t hide that). Overall it is good though. You’ll just have to buy new clothes.

Let’s be honest. He’s lucky to have EVER played in the league. I was scratching my head when they called him up to begin with.