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<blockquote data-quote="fatcel_3000" data-source="post: 27066" data-attributes="member: 73">shit moggednot the real sports. You can still join amateur leagues in those and get mogged. not the boring units like track running.but games like floor hockey, dodge ball, tag, the little plastic floor carts. Half of the appeal was that you were playing with a random selection of people who didn&#039;t want to be playing. So you could easily mog a female or little nerd twerp and get a dopamine spike like you were tom brady except a shlubby little middle schooler instead of him.one of my proudest memories is when I gave a fag a concussion during flag football. He always mocked me using his gay voice. I wanted to punch him but you got in trouble if you went across the room in english class to do that. Saying it was &quot;like me&quot; and rolling his eyes when I said feminism was for cornballs.&nbsp;Tall, stick-bug like body. Turkey like adam&#039;s apple.&nbsp; He got what was coming to him. I was on his team, the touchdown line was at the gym wall with the mats taped to it. Someone tackled him. I tackled the person who tackled him. He gave me nasty looks in the hallways for years afterwards. I looked him in the eye back but he was too pussycat to ever talk to me again.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="fatcel_3000, post: 27066, member: 73"] shit mogged not the real sports. You can still join amateur leagues in those and get mogged. not the boring units like track running. but games like floor hockey, dodge ball, tag, the little plastic floor carts. Half of the appeal was that you were playing with a random selection of people who didn't want to be playing. So you could easily mog a female or little nerd twerp and get a dopamine spike like you were tom brady except a shlubby little middle schooler instead of him. one of my proudest memories is when I gave a fag a concussion during flag football. He always mocked me using his gay voice. I wanted to punch him but you got in trouble if you went across the room in english class to do that. Saying it was "like me" and rolling his eyes when I said feminism was for cornballs. Tall, stick-bug like body. Turkey like adam's apple. He got what was coming to him. I was on his team, the touchdown line was at the gym wall with the mats taped to it. Someone tackled him. I tackled the person who tackled him. He gave me nasty looks in the hallways for years afterwards. I looked him in the eye back but he was too pussycat to ever talk to me again. [/QUOTE]

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