A recap on season 2 by Nigerian Nightmare's star QB Derek Carr:
I woke up this morning around the crack of dawn; my body sore, suffering the pains of a mediocre offensive line. Adjusting out of a West Coast playbook hadn't been an easy transition for me. I drank the rest of my melted peeps. I always liked to put my peeps in a blender and let them sit in the microwave for a few hours. Something about the aroma always made me erect. When the adrenaline rushes down your spine, you're always ready to play ball. No one was better at catching my balls than WR John Zerzan. His tight grip and consistency never let me down. I could always count on his grip making it hard for my balls to escape. John had woken up with me in the same bed as we intended to work in our game the following day, which was now this morning. The peeps finished oozing down my throat as I let out a loud and all too familiar gulping noise much to John's amusement. He had been watching me drink the peeps and I knew that look in his eyes as he glared at me across the room.
"Ready to practice our throwing motions?" He asked rather slyly.
Letting out a soft moan we proceed to the basement. We always practiced our games in the basement. I hoped his conditioning had improved since our last game; John was strong but he tired quickly, sometimes while I still had time in the pocket. I dropped back to pass and John spread himself wide open, making him an open receiver. His veins bulging as he made another perfect catch, not at all intimidated by my perfect spiral. I began to blush at his pure athleticism and I knew John wasn't about to let me off so easily.
"That was good Derek, but you need to make some adjustments in your throwing motion" He said rather cunningly.
John began to approach me, intending to walk me threw my arm motions. My legs began shaking from what I will refer to as player's fatigue as he reached behind my back. His thighs began to press against my thighs as he held my arm.
"You need to trust your intuition a lot more" John insisted. All I could think about the the feeling of his groin pressing against my backside. This is what we like to call "teamwork" on the Nigerian Nightmares. I let out a soft moan as John grabbed my arm tightly showing me exactly where to go. Our hands worked together as we game managed our way to another fulfilling drill.
I collapsed to the ground, exhausted. John began putting on his sports jacket, insisting he had to check on the wife and kids.
"S-s-amee t-time tomorrow John?" I stuttered hopefully
"You know it kid" John assured.
And that's the story of the Nightmares perfect season.
I woke up this morning around the crack of dawn; my body sore, suffering the pains of a mediocre offensive line. Adjusting out of a West Coast playbook hadn't been an easy transition for me. I drank the rest of my melted peeps. I always liked to put my peeps in a blender and let them sit in the microwave for a few hours. Something about the aroma always made me erect. When the adrenaline rushes down your spine, you're always ready to play ball. No one was better at catching my balls than WR John Zerzan. His tight grip and consistency never let me down. I could always count on his grip making it hard for my balls to escape. John had woken up with me in the same bed as we intended to work in our game the following day, which was now this morning. The peeps finished oozing down my throat as I let out a loud and all too familiar gulping noise much to John's amusement. He had been watching me drink the peeps and I knew that look in his eyes as he glared at me across the room.
"Ready to practice our throwing motions?" He asked rather slyly.
Letting out a soft moan we proceed to the basement. We always practiced our games in the basement. I hoped his conditioning had improved since our last game; John was strong but he tired quickly, sometimes while I still had time in the pocket. I dropped back to pass and John spread himself wide open, making him an open receiver. His veins bulging as he made another perfect catch, not at all intimidated by my perfect spiral. I began to blush at his pure athleticism and I knew John wasn't about to let me off so easily.
"That was good Derek, but you need to make some adjustments in your throwing motion" He said rather cunningly.
John began to approach me, intending to walk me threw my arm motions. My legs began shaking from what I will refer to as player's fatigue as he reached behind my back. His thighs began to press against my thighs as he held my arm.
"You need to trust your intuition a lot more" John insisted. All I could think about the the feeling of his groin pressing against my backside. This is what we like to call "teamwork" on the Nigerian Nightmares. I let out a soft moan as John grabbed my arm tightly showing me exactly where to go. Our hands worked together as we game managed our way to another fulfilling drill.
I collapsed to the ground, exhausted. John began putting on his sports jacket, insisting he had to check on the wife and kids.
"S-s-amee t-time tomorrow John?" I stuttered hopefully
"You know it kid" John assured.
And that's the story of the Nightmares perfect season.
