P1- Fist Pump Family invites Chet to the garage for an ice cold Hoo.
P2- This is the 2nd consecutive day Chet has been illustrated as shaky. Which reinforces my notion he’s a sniveling twit with no grapefruits like Gary Unmarried Soto.
P3- Imagine this guy taking care of the things that matter most to you and your family.
Ah yes, how dare Chance Macy not attend this midnight through next morning party? He and his 200-yards-per-game talent needs to be benched in favor of Mr. Butterfingers-0.2-yards-per-carry. And speaking of favor, do me a favor and read today’s edition of Mopped Up Thorp.
Chet spent a few seconds goose-stepping after installing those listening devices out back. He wants to know if Chance is somehow with the Thorp kids. Chet also wants to know if Chance has what it takes to walk to Hawaii. He’s got Charlie in training.
Maybe Chet will start the devastating rumor that by skipping the party Chance is not a team player! (unlike the Milford champion coughing it up at the goal line and, when short yardage is needed, getting stuffed at the line of scrimmage). Yes, that will work! Or maybe he should just have Charlie taking voice lessons and with the that kid from a couple of seasons ago record covers of “Reunited,” “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart,” or “My Boo.”
Ravenswing about 5 years ago
… and you care why? (Gosh, as if kids these days didn’t have out of school jobs, family obligations, chores, dates, and dare I say it, homework.)
bitsy twill about 5 years ago
Why on earth did Mrs. Roh marry this needy, obnoxious, bearded weasel??
TheBrownStarfish about 5 years ago
P1, Hey, who let him in!
P2, Air in the front yard comes as a complete surprise to Chet.
P3, He went home to rest to keep his starting job rather than show up at what might last longer than Woodstock.
Charks about 5 years ago
P4: Chance is upstairs with one of the cheerleaders.
Mr Reality about 5 years ago
In all reality , Chance wanted to stay home to see Tiki QB Wake Forrest on ESPN .
BikeMike about 5 years ago
Great party, huh Chet?
Irish53 about 5 years ago
P4: “ uh, none of ‘em are your kids there Chet….. maybe we should leave before you get noticed the wrong way…”
bearwku82 about 5 years ago
P1- Fist Pump Family invites Chet to the garage for an ice cold Hoo.
P2- This is the 2nd consecutive day Chet has been illustrated as shaky. Which reinforces my notion he’s a sniveling twit with no grapefruits like Gary Unmarried Soto.
P3- Imagine this guy taking care of the things that matter most to you and your family.
Mopman about 5 years ago
Ah yes, how dare Chance Macy not attend this midnight through next morning party? He and his 200-yards-per-game talent needs to be benched in favor of Mr. Butterfingers-0.2-yards-per-carry. And speaking of favor, do me a favor and read today’s edition of Mopped Up Thorp.
https://moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/hifirick1953 about 5 years ago
It’s not like Chance Macy lives with strangers and his parents are out of district
cuttersjock about 5 years ago
P1: Why is that odd prolate spheroid hovering in the Schuring’s living room?
wmac8898 about 5 years ago
There’s a post-game victory party at my house tonight. Oh, and everyone had better attend. The school board will be taking attendance.
Irish53 about 5 years ago
HvB showed how much of a real board member dooshey Chet really is.
Bluedarter about 5 years ago
Chet spent a few seconds goose-stepping after installing those listening devices out back. He wants to know if Chance is somehow with the Thorp kids. Chet also wants to know if Chance has what it takes to walk to Hawaii. He’s got Charlie in training.
Snarker formerly known as Rube Whigham about 5 years ago
Maybe Chet will start the devastating rumor that by skipping the party Chance is not a team player! (unlike the Milford champion coughing it up at the goal line and, when short yardage is needed, getting stuffed at the line of scrimmage). Yes, that will work! Or maybe he should just have Charlie taking voice lessons and with the that kid from a couple of seasons ago record covers of “Reunited,” “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart,” or “My Boo.”