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Trip Report: Boulder

I was walking thru the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder during Thanksgiving week, when a group of CU students passed me. I had my Nebraska ball cap on and one of them called me a pussy. I looked back at them and said that we would see who the pussies are on Friday, when NU played CU. I kept walking, when one of them came up to me from behind and bashed a beer bottle over my head. Then all four of them attacked me. Luckily, I am from Nebraska and tough as nails. I completely beat the hell out of all four of them. Two of them ran and the other two were still on the ground when I left. I heard sirens, so I thought it best to leave. After drinking in a local brewery, I think it was Walnuts and I went home with 2 hot CU girls and nailed both of them at the same time. It was a wild night.

Edit: one of the two called me today. She said it was Walrus's...I think. Does that sound right?
did you start the urine filled baloons, and battery urban myths too?

:bang:
 
As a whole it's not a very pretty campus. But pockets are georgeous.

I've stated many times on here that I'm not a UN-Lincoln graduate. My piece of paper comes from elsewhere.

Jimmy "The Tooth" Robiskie's school of wrasslin' and culinary arts?
 
Come on, Dusty. You left out that part about tripping on peyote those dudes on Pearl Street sold you, and waking up next to a lovely pair of golden retrievers in some random back yard on the Hill.
 
You know it, I've stopped "helping him out" ever since he told to me to suck his football...

When I lived on 10th and Penn several years ago, my roommate came up with the ultimate rebuttal to that guy. He'd just yell "SPAAAAARE CHAAANGE!" right before the Jones Drug guy would yell the same thing at him. Totally flummoxed that vagabond.
 
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