Anyway, everything's on the line. Winner take all. Bravado, bragging rights, and most importantly, beer.
Pack up the lawn chairs. Charge up the camera. Buy some Pepto. It's going to be both epic (not Brad's shitty kind of epic), and the social event of the year (as Brad puts it).
I'd post one more FGD Challenge scoreboard update, but at this juncture, what's the point? In two more sleeps the final results will be known. Instead, I'll post the poster.
You guys are so dead.
ReplyDeleteWhatever. Your momma...
ReplyDeleteThose are big words coming from someone who plays Ultimate.
ReplyDeleteYou have obviously never seen me play ultimate.
ReplyDeleteNo, I haven't.
ReplyDeleteEverytime I had the idea to watch I seemed to find something else more entertaining. And manly. The SlapChop commerical, for example...
Ultimate sucks- not like cross sucking, but full on suck. Running? and throwing a "disc" around. Sounds kinda 70's gay to me. Kind of like my moustache.
ReplyDeleteThat is cute. But like I said, you guys are so dead.
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