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Wilson’s Greatest Fall!

Today was the official first day of kickball practice for the MUTE97 team. Everyone was pumped up and then Wilson, the captain of the team, decided to take practice a little further when we arrived at the park. He wanted to lead the team in an obstacle course the minute he saw what looked like a circle of death. Being the captain he felt the need to go first to “show the boys how it’s done”.

I personally advise you to urinate before viewing the following video!

Wilson’s Greatest Fall!! from Joseph Wilson on Vimeo.

Filed by alex s at May 17th, 2009 under BLOG

this is good but not as good as you getting tasered or eating at tapatia.

Comment by ralph — May 17, 2009 @ 11:13 pm

This was hands down funnier than the taser or tapatia! “How am I OK?” You had to be there!! You missed it! sooooo gooood!!

Comment by Joseph — May 17, 2009 @ 11:25 pm

WHAT THE FUCK?!!! HOW ARE YOU OK?

Comment by wow — May 18, 2009 @ 1:01 am

GNAR GNAR.

Comment by Steve Ryback — May 18, 2009 @ 7:44 am

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Comment by Scott Woerner — May 18, 2009 @ 7:52 am

you’re a moron.

Comment by Joseph Garza — May 20, 2009 @ 2:54 pm

Ewww, looks like you broke a kidney! owie

Comment by Kathy — May 22, 2009 @ 12:23 am

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