Huddle Jamz 010 - The Rumble down Fromunda - Dunking Deeznuts, Taking names

[Johnny Rockets]

Count me in

Feed me down low and watch my drop step/jump hook into the paint. It's pantented move.....some call it the J Rock n Roll. Deadly.

[Towelboy]

are sweatbands optional or required? same question for tall socks, ankle braces and goggles?

[Panthro]

I'll be wearing Charlotte Hornets leg warmers

[Zod]

I will be wearing a jock strap and chuck taylors... and nothing else

[Towelboy]

teal striped? like hugo style?

panthro = this decade's kelly tripucka

[Towelboy]

I will be wearing a jock strap and chuck taylors... and nothing else

i think jase will be wearing a smile

[Zod]

Quick preview

[Johnny Rockets]

Panthro actually has always reminded me of Phillip Seymour Hoffman for some reason.

[Jase]

that's 3. jase, you in?

I'm free until 6:00 so yes

[Matt Foley]

Jase, I have the coup de gras for you....wear a hockey mask. Every time Panthro goes up for a shot, go cheek cheek cheek chook chook chook.

[Zod]

my legs are burnin...time out...

get used to hearing that

[Towelboy]

we need a huddle mom to bring orange slices

[Panthro]

Do I get timeouts???

[SCP]

Heard a pretty good one today:

THE IRISH PROSTITUTE

The Irish daughter had not been home for over five years.

Upon her return, her father cursed her heavily saying, "Where have ye been all this time, child? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother through?"

The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....Dad....I became a prostitute..."

"Ye what? Out of here ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family!"

"OK, Dad-- As ye wish, but I just came back to give Mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye, Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes Limited Edition convertible parked outside plus a membership to the country club...(takes a breath)... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera."

"Now what was it ye said ye had become?" asks Dad.

Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff.....a prostitute, Daddy! Sniff, sniff."

"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, Girl! I thought ye said ‘a Protestant.’ Come here and give yer old Dad a hug!"