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Tex Pete

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15 minutes ago, JesusSweatDuck said:

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It's so weird. We treat opponents the way we do because that's how our conference opponents have treated us. Bama is no different. Once season ticket holders have certain seats, you can't change those locations from week to week. Such whiny pussies.

Aggy used to put our fans in seats on their track. I sat near the top of their shitty endzone seats where you couldn't even see the whole near endzone.

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BurntOrange&White

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3 minutes ago, Tex Pete said:

It's so weird. We treat opponents the way we do because that's how our conference opponents have treated us. Bama is no different. Once season ticket holders have certain seats, you can't change those locations from week to week. Such whiny pussies.

Aggy used to put our fans in seats on their track. I sat near the top of their shitty endzone seats where you couldn't even see the whole near endzone.

Will change once we go to SEC. Apparently there are guidelines for bands/certain amount of seats in lower bowl area. I'd assume it would be top of section 32 for that.

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17 minutes ago, BurntOrange&White said:

Will change once we go to SEC. Apparently there are guidelines for bands/certain amount of seats in lower bowl area. I'd assume it would be top of section 32 for that.

Of course.

But we aren't in the SEC. Our policies currently have nothing to do with the SEC. Or Alabama. Or LSU. Fuck whatever they want to cry about.

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16 hours ago, Enchubben said:

I must be the minority. I don’t really know why, but SEC humor and their shorts are just simply not funny to me. It’s not the content necessarily, it seems like it’s the delivery. 

It's not funny because of the bad writing and worse acting. AKA right up the alley of old boomer SEC fans.

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At least he didn't make up a "buddy of mine who is really close to the program."

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Always "roughshod." And he knows this like Jimbo Fisher knows how to win a natty. He's winning national championships, and we're running roughshod over everybody just about every year. I've been a regular attendee at the huge conventions where Longhorns get together with roughshod feet and plan the next trampling. It's who we are! This jackass' friends are all denizens of Texags.

Anyway, I decided to look up roughshod. I wonder if anyone knows the literal meaning.

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Always Boris.

 

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We knew what we were getting into, joining the Conference of Inbred Jeds.

It really is amusing though, that they'd actually believe that we could cut the A/C to a locker room during a September game in Austin.  It shows you exactly where their minds are, and no doubt at least half of them are asking themselves, "Why didn't WE think of that??"  

 

 

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33 minutes ago, utee94 said:

We knew what we were getting into, joining the Conference of Inbred Jeds.

It really is amusing though, that they'd actually believe that we could cut the A/C to a locker room during a September game in Austin.  It shows you exactly where their minds are, and no doubt at least half of them are asking themselves, "Why didn't WE think of that??" 

Really, it is no different than the various aggy stories about helping fans or how horrible we are. There doesn't need to be an ounce of truth.

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19 minutes ago, SubliminalHorn said:

I saw one post saying that Saban brought in portable AC units for the locker rooms but that Sark turned them off causing the locker room to be like a million degrees or something. I mean, do they even think about something for a second to assess if that even makes sense or is realistic? 

Yeah, the opposing head coach totally walked into the visitor locker room, started turning off their ACs and no one stopped him.  They're either the biggest group of pussies ever, or they're lying.  

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6 minutes ago, JesusSweatDuck said:

Yeah, the opposing head coach totally walked into the visitor locker room, started turning off their ACs and no one stopped him.  They're either the biggest group of pussies ever, or they're lying.  

And do you honestly believe that Sark would pull some bullshit like that on his mentor and the guy he credits for resurrecting his career? 

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6 hours ago, JesusSweatDuck said:

When did this no AC non-sense start? We proved via FOIA requests that LSU made that shit up.

Seems like not all of you have realized how top-to-bottom lightspeed stupid these fanbases are.  The entire conference is just like aggies.  They make shit up, repeat it amongst one another, and poof, it becomes truth.

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Seems like not all of you have realized how top-to-bottom lightspeed stupid these fanbases are.  The entire conference is just like aggies.  They make shit up, repeat it amongst one another, and poof, it becomes truth.


Wail 'til they find out we eat dogs!!!



I had my own horrible experience the last time the Buffs played down in Austin back in '97. Me and the wife and my neighbor and
his wife are great long-time Buff fans and we decided to make the trip down to Austin for the game.

We found Austin nice enough, and looked forward to a great day of tailgating and Big 12 football. We parked the RV together with
a few other CU boosters who had driven down for the game, but mostly surrounded by Horn fans. We got there around 9 a.m. and
broke out the beer and brats, and stoked up the barbecue. I'd brought my mutt Rusty, he was a 9-year-old Golden Retriever, a bit
gimpy from arthritis but friendly as all heck whose favorite thing in the whole world was to go to football tailgaters. I'd dragged that
dog all over the country - to Michigan and Nebraska in '94; to Wisconsin in '95 and never had any bad experience with Rusty - he
was the type of dog that would melt even the hardest Husker, who'd he greet with his favorite whiff frisbee in mouth.

Anyways, we were having a pretty good time at the tailgater, talking it up with other Buff fans and even breaking out some cold
and icy ones for a few Horn fans who stopped by to chat and talk about the big game.

It was mostly friendly stuff, except for one group of Horn fans in an old yellow school bus with back-to-back Longhorn and
Confederate flags who were directly to the right of my RV. From the time they got there, I sensed there was trouble. There was six
or seven of them, two of them apparently female. They were pretty loud and obnoxious from the beginning, blaring out what
sounded like Lynard Skynard or worse. The seemed to have showed up drunk, and were drinking hard liquor, straight from the
bottle. Soon after they got there, Rusty wandered on over and the biggest and meanest looking of the bunch (who they called
Tiny), with a big Longhorn logo tatooed his forehead, starts chasing him off yelling "GET ON OUT HERE YA Gawdang Buffalo
DOG!!!! Except he didn't say "dang". He apparently didn't like the fact that Rusty was wearing his favorite Buffalo doggie sweater.

Anyways, I just gathered up Rusty and we stayed to ourselves with other Buff fans trying to keep as far from trouble as we could.
Pretty soon it was time to go to the game, and I did what I always do with Rusty, I tied his teather to the RV, leaving him a bowl of
water and some food. I've regretted that decision a thousand times since then, even though at the time I'd thought nothing of it.
The trouble makers in the school bus by then were ignoring us, having been joined by other friends, and obviously intoxicated in
the extreme.

Of course we enjoyed the game, what with a Buff win and all, and found DKR to be an impressive stadium, even though the Horn
fans were as placid as Buff fans usually are. As we walked from the stadium after the game and approached the RV I could see
right away that something was wrong. The Buffalo awning attached to the RV and covering the picnic table had been knocked
over. I ran up to the RV calling Rusty’s name and to my horror saw that Rusty wasn’t there. The only thing there was his leash
and empty collar.

I looked frantically around for old Rusty, calling his name and asking anyone who would listen if they’d seen an old Golden
Retriever with a Buffalo sweater. No one had. I was nearly in tears when I heard laughter and barking behind me. I turned around to
again face the Horns on the bus, who by then numbered 10-12 or so. They were laughing, hollering and barking. I gathered my
courage and approached the group. Where’s my dog?? I demanded. All I got back was laughter and barking, and the big ugly one
just took a big bite out the huge Turkey leg he had just grabbed off the barbeque, dripping sauce all over his dirty Ricky Williams
jersey. “We ain’t seen no damn dog,” someone said, provoking more laughter and barking from the group. I was angry as hell,
looking at each of them eye to eye, trying to see in their faces what they might have done with my Rusty.

“Hey mister,” one of them finally said, “you hungry?” “Want something to eat?” I turned to look at the Hornfan minding the grill.
“We were doggone hungry, so we cooked something up!” The whole group burst into howling laughter at that point, more than one
spitting up food or liquor, bowled over and slapping each other on their backs. It was only then I realized where my Rusty had
gone. That wasn’t no turkey leg that Tiny was eating.

“You ate Rusty,” I said to the Horn fans.

Uttering that awful truth only sent the Horns into further laughter, and I did the only thing I could do. I turned around and walked
back to the RV. I told the wife that Rusty was gone and there wasn’t no point in looking for him. She could see I was upset and
started to protest but then looked in my eyes and saw that it was true and that was that.

Ever since that trip to Austin, I havn’t much liked Horn fans. Each Saturday when I hear the Football scores over at Folsom, or on
the radio, I take special pleasure when Texas is at the losing end. In August, I finally got me a new dog, a retriever, just a pup,
who we named Rusty II. He’s a great dog and loves tailgating, though he can never replace old Rusty.

This summer at the new Flatirons Mall, me and the wife ran into a group of CU football players. Marcus was there, and I think that
Joey Johnson kid was too (he’s from Texas). I told them about Rusty and they practically cried. Most of them had dogs as kids,
and didn’t have words bad enough for the kind of fans that would eat dog. I told them that I had moved on, not one to hold grudges
or to be hateful, even for such an awful thing. But I did ask them one thing. When you go into Austin this year, could you do old
Rusty a favor? Beat those Horns. Marcus told me, “we’ll win for Rusty.”

I hope they do too. Damn dog eaters.

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12 minutes ago, Horn Under a Bad Sign said:


Wail 'til they find out we eat dogs!!!



I had my own horrible experience the last time the Buffs played down in Austin back in '97. Me and the wife and my neighbor and
his wife are great long-time Buff fans and we decided to make the trip down to Austin for the game.

We found Austin nice enough, and looked forward to a great day of tailgating and Big 12 football. We parked the RV together with
a few other CU boosters who had driven down for the game, but mostly surrounded by Horn fans. We got there around 9 a.m. and
broke out the beer and brats, and stoked up the barbecue. I'd brought my mutt Rusty, he was a 9-year-old Golden Retriever, a bit
gimpy from arthritis but friendly as all heck whose favorite thing in the whole world was to go to football tailgaters. I'd dragged that
dog all over the country - to Michigan and Nebraska in '94; to Wisconsin in '95 and never had any bad experience with Rusty - he
was the type of dog that would melt even the hardest Husker, who'd he greet with his favorite whiff frisbee in mouth.

Anyways, we were having a pretty good time at the tailgater, talking it up with other Buff fans and even breaking out some cold
and icy ones for a few Horn fans who stopped by to chat and talk about the big game.

It was mostly friendly stuff, except for one group of Horn fans in an old yellow school bus with back-to-back Longhorn and
Confederate flags who were directly to the right of my RV. From the time they got there, I sensed there was trouble. There was six
or seven of them, two of them apparently female. They were pretty loud and obnoxious from the beginning, blaring out what
sounded like Lynard Skynard or worse. The seemed to have showed up drunk, and were drinking hard liquor, straight from the
bottle. Soon after they got there, Rusty wandered on over and the biggest and meanest looking of the bunch (who they called
Tiny), with a big Longhorn logo tatooed his forehead, starts chasing him off yelling "GET ON OUT HERE YA Gawdang Buffalo
DOG!!!! Except he didn't say "dang". He apparently didn't like the fact that Rusty was wearing his favorite Buffalo doggie sweater.

Anyways, I just gathered up Rusty and we stayed to ourselves with other Buff fans trying to keep as far from trouble as we could.
Pretty soon it was time to go to the game, and I did what I always do with Rusty, I tied his teather to the RV, leaving him a bowl of
water and some food. I've regretted that decision a thousand times since then, even though at the time I'd thought nothing of it.
The trouble makers in the school bus by then were ignoring us, having been joined by other friends, and obviously intoxicated in
the extreme.

Of course we enjoyed the game, what with a Buff win and all, and found DKR to be an impressive stadium, even though the Horn
fans were as placid as Buff fans usually are. As we walked from the stadium after the game and approached the RV I could see
right away that something was wrong. The Buffalo awning attached to the RV and covering the picnic table had been knocked
over. I ran up to the RV calling Rusty’s name and to my horror saw that Rusty wasn’t there. The only thing there was his leash
and empty collar.

I looked frantically around for old Rusty, calling his name and asking anyone who would listen if they’d seen an old Golden
Retriever with a Buffalo sweater. No one had. I was nearly in tears when I heard laughter and barking behind me. I turned around to
again face the Horns on the bus, who by then numbered 10-12 or so. They were laughing, hollering and barking. I gathered my
courage and approached the group. Where’s my dog?? I demanded. All I got back was laughter and barking, and the big ugly one
just took a big bite out the huge Turkey leg he had just grabbed off the barbeque, dripping sauce all over his dirty Ricky Williams
jersey. “We ain’t seen no damn dog,” someone said, provoking more laughter and barking from the group. I was angry as hell,
looking at each of them eye to eye, trying to see in their faces what they might have done with my Rusty.

“Hey mister,” one of them finally said, “you hungry?” “Want something to eat?” I turned to look at the Hornfan minding the grill.
“We were doggone hungry, so we cooked something up!” The whole group burst into howling laughter at that point, more than one
spitting up food or liquor, bowled over and slapping each other on their backs. It was only then I realized where my Rusty had
gone. That wasn’t no turkey leg that Tiny was eating.

“You ate Rusty,” I said to the Horn fans.

Uttering that awful truth only sent the Horns into further laughter, and I did the only thing I could do. I turned around and walked
back to the RV. I told the wife that Rusty was gone and there wasn’t no point in looking for him. She could see I was upset and
started to protest but then looked in my eyes and saw that it was true and that was that.

Ever since that trip to Austin, I havn’t much liked Horn fans. Each Saturday when I hear the Football scores over at Folsom, or on
the radio, I take special pleasure when Texas is at the losing end. In August, I finally got me a new dog, a retriever, just a pup,
who we named Rusty II. He’s a great dog and loves tailgating, though he can never replace old Rusty.

This summer at the new Flatirons Mall, me and the wife ran into a group of CU football players. Marcus was there, and I think that
Joey Johnson kid was too (he’s from Texas). I told them about Rusty and they practically cried. Most of them had dogs as kids,
and didn’t have words bad enough for the kind of fans that would eat dog. I told them that I had moved on, not one to hold grudges
or to be hateful, even for such an awful thing. But I did ask them one thing. When you go into Austin this year, could you do old
Rusty a favor? Beat those Horns. Marcus told me, “we’ll win for Rusty.”

I hope they do too. Damn dog eaters.

Straight from the pantheon of epic tales  

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Tex Pete

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1 hour ago, Vertigo said:

And do you honestly believe that Sark would pull some bullshit like that on his mentor and the guy he credits for resurrecting his career? 

No. Not at all.

19 minutes ago, honolulu horn said:

What in the living fuck did I just read

A classic right along with the cellphone flop out.

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1 hour ago, Horn Under a Bad Sign said:


Wail 'til they find out we eat dogs!!!



I had my own horrible experience the last time the Buffs played down in Austin back in '97. Me and the wife and my neighbor and
his wife are great long-time Buff fans and we decided to make the trip down to Austin for the game.

We found Austin nice enough, and looked forward to a great day of tailgating and Big 12 football. We parked the RV together with
a few other CU boosters who had driven down for the game, but mostly surrounded by Horn fans. We got there around 9 a.m. and
broke out the beer and brats, and stoked up the barbecue. I'd brought my mutt Rusty, he was a 9-year-old Golden Retriever, a bit
gimpy from arthritis but friendly as all heck whose favorite thing in the whole world was to go to football tailgaters. I'd dragged that
dog all over the country - to Michigan and Nebraska in '94; to Wisconsin in '95 and never had any bad experience with Rusty - he
was the type of dog that would melt even the hardest Husker, who'd he greet with his favorite whiff frisbee in mouth.

Anyways, we were having a pretty good time at the tailgater, talking it up with other Buff fans and even breaking out some cold
and icy ones for a few Horn fans who stopped by to chat and talk about the big game.

It was mostly friendly stuff, except for one group of Horn fans in an old yellow school bus with back-to-back Longhorn and
Confederate flags who were directly to the right of my RV. From the time they got there, I sensed there was trouble. There was six
or seven of them, two of them apparently female. They were pretty loud and obnoxious from the beginning, blaring out what
sounded like Lynard Skynard or worse. The seemed to have showed up drunk, and were drinking hard liquor, straight from the
bottle. Soon after they got there, Rusty wandered on over and the biggest and meanest looking of the bunch (who they called
Tiny), with a big Longhorn logo tatooed his forehead, starts chasing him off yelling "GET ON OUT HERE YA Gawdang Buffalo
DOG!!!! Except he didn't say "dang". He apparently didn't like the fact that Rusty was wearing his favorite Buffalo doggie sweater.

Anyways, I just gathered up Rusty and we stayed to ourselves with other Buff fans trying to keep as far from trouble as we could.
Pretty soon it was time to go to the game, and I did what I always do with Rusty, I tied his teather to the RV, leaving him a bowl of
water and some food. I've regretted that decision a thousand times since then, even though at the time I'd thought nothing of it.
The trouble makers in the school bus by then were ignoring us, having been joined by other friends, and obviously intoxicated in
the extreme.

Of course we enjoyed the game, what with a Buff win and all, and found DKR to be an impressive stadium, even though the Horn
fans were as placid as Buff fans usually are. As we walked from the stadium after the game and approached the RV I could see
right away that something was wrong. The Buffalo awning attached to the RV and covering the picnic table had been knocked
over. I ran up to the RV calling Rusty’s name and to my horror saw that Rusty wasn’t there. The only thing there was his leash
and empty collar.

I looked frantically around for old Rusty, calling his name and asking anyone who would listen if they’d seen an old Golden
Retriever with a Buffalo sweater. No one had. I was nearly in tears when I heard laughter and barking behind me. I turned around to
again face the Horns on the bus, who by then numbered 10-12 or so. They were laughing, hollering and barking. I gathered my
courage and approached the group. Where’s my dog?? I demanded. All I got back was laughter and barking, and the big ugly one
just took a big bite out the huge Turkey leg he had just grabbed off the barbeque, dripping sauce all over his dirty Ricky Williams
jersey. “We ain’t seen no damn dog,” someone said, provoking more laughter and barking from the group. I was angry as hell,
looking at each of them eye to eye, trying to see in their faces what they might have done with my Rusty.

“Hey mister,” one of them finally said, “you hungry?” “Want something to eat?” I turned to look at the Hornfan minding the grill.
“We were doggone hungry, so we cooked something up!” The whole group burst into howling laughter at that point, more than one
spitting up food or liquor, bowled over and slapping each other on their backs. It was only then I realized where my Rusty had
gone. That wasn’t no turkey leg that Tiny was eating.

“You ate Rusty,” I said to the Horn fans.

Uttering that awful truth only sent the Horns into further laughter, and I did the only thing I could do. I turned around and walked
back to the RV. I told the wife that Rusty was gone and there wasn’t no point in looking for him. She could see I was upset and
started to protest but then looked in my eyes and saw that it was true and that was that.

Ever since that trip to Austin, I havn’t much liked Horn fans. Each Saturday when I hear the Football scores over at Folsom, or on
the radio, I take special pleasure when Texas is at the losing end. In August, I finally got me a new dog, a retriever, just a pup,
who we named Rusty II. He’s a great dog and loves tailgating, though he can never replace old Rusty.

This summer at the new Flatirons Mall, me and the wife ran into a group of CU football players. Marcus was there, and I think that
Joey Johnson kid was too (he’s from Texas). I told them about Rusty and they practically cried. Most of them had dogs as kids,
and didn’t have words bad enough for the kind of fans that would eat dog. I told them that I had moved on, not one to hold grudges
or to be hateful, even for such an awful thing. But I did ask them one thing. When you go into Austin this year, could you do old
Rusty a favor? Beat those Horns. Marcus told me, “we’ll win for Rusty.”

I hope they do too. Damn dog eaters.

mrw GIF

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2 hours ago, JesusSweatDuck said:

Yeah, the opposing head coach totally walked into the visitor locker room, started turning off their ACs and no one stopped him.  They're either the biggest group of pussies ever, or they're lying.  

I’m not sure if Sark needs to give up some of the play calling duties, but he should probably give up the custodial and maintenance staff duties. 

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