Single Greatest Thread Ever

[PANK!]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

[R-V]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

[PANK!]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

[J. Walter Weatherman]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

But Huey NEVER SAID that Dempster is a shitty pitcher. And YOU CAN'T PROVE THAT HE DID.

He just said that he hates Dempster because of his shitty pitching. Also: his asshat. Why does he even wear that thing?

[PANK!]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

But Huey NEVER SAID that Dempster is a shitty pitcher. And YOU CAN'T PROVE THAT HE DID.

He just said that he hates Dempster because of his shitty pitching. Also: his asshat. Why does he even wear that thing?

*taps finger twice on nose*

[J. Walter Weatherman]

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

"I'm off to visit an internet friend in Duffman Estates and have packed provisions for the journey."

[R-V]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

Your backpack zingers frighten and confuse me. Sometimes humans travel straight from their place of work to a place of leisure, and some of those humans take a change of clothes with them for said leisure time.

Also, I'm gay.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

and wondering how on Earth we were going to persuade our waitress to let us see her naked

Ever crack that nut?

(So to speak.)

[PANK!]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

Your backpack zingers frighten and confuse me. Sometimes humans travel straight from their place of work to a place of leisure, and some of those humans take a change of clothes with them for said leisure time.

Also, I'm gay.

Thanks for clarifying, but I really don't care for your foolish explanations.  I prefer my story that you're a drifter hobo.

[Tonker]

and wondering how on Earth we were going to persuade our waitress to let us see her naked

Ever crack that nut?

(So to speak.)

Had I been on my own, it clearly wouldn't have been a problem.  Chuck and Oleg were really cramping my style, though.

[thehawk]

and wondering how on Earth we were going to persuade our waitress to let us see her naked

Ever crack that nut?

(So to speak.)

Had I been on my own, it clearly wouldn't have been a problem.  Chuck and Oleg were really cramping my style, though.

So she had a thing for Marmite and really big knives?

[CT III]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

Your backpack zingers frighten and confuse me. Sometimes humans travel straight from their place of work to a place of leisure, and some of those humans take a change of clothes with them for said leisure time.

Also, I'm gay.

Thanks for clarifying, but I really don't care for your foolish explanations.  I prefer my story that you're a drifter hobo.

Hatin' on backpacks?  Now you go too far.

[Richard Chuggar]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

Your backpack zingers frighten and confuse me. Sometimes humans travel straight from their place of work to a place of leisure, and some of those humans take a change of clothes with them for said leisure time.

Also, I'm gay.

Thanks for clarifying, but I really don't care for your foolish explanations.  I prefer my story that you're a drifter hobo.

Hatin' on backpacks?  Now you go too far.

Unless you have your book report for 3rd period, carry a fucking messenger bag

[CT III]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

Your backpack zingers frighten and confuse me. Sometimes humans travel straight from their place of work to a place of leisure, and some of those humans take a change of clothes with them for said leisure time.

Also, I'm gay.

Thanks for clarifying, but I really don't care for your foolish explanations.  I prefer my story that you're a drifter hobo.

Hatin' on backpacks?  Now you go too far.

Unless you have your book report for 3rd period, carry a fucking messenger bag

No.

[Fork]

And if I could but my gravy-stained meatball hat back on

I didn't know you ever but it off.

Still asshurt about my admittedly obnoxious self being vindicated by the actions of your paragon of Northside ashhatery I see.  I'm willing to let it go, Eli--can't we all just get along?

Everyone knew he was an ashhat, so no vindication there. And last night's enjoyable destruction still only accounts for about 3% of Dempster's season, assuming no broken toes. Methinks we need to see a bit more before we declare his pitching to be shitty.

I declare you UNVINDICATED.

My comments have nothing to do with how he pitches going forward.  My vindication comes in how he left town, even though I've admitted I really didn't expect it to go like I imagined.  Either way, don't you have a dinner you need to wear a backpack to?

How else am I supposed to sneak in a sensibly priced slice of Bacci's?

Hey, thanks for the dinner, everyone.  Now, can you point me in the direction of the Greyhound station?

Your backpack zingers frighten and confuse me. Sometimes humans travel straight from their place of work to a place of leisure, and some of those humans take a change of clothes with them for said leisure time.

Also, I'm gay.

Thanks for clarifying, but I really don't care for your foolish explanations.  I prefer my story that you're a drifter hobo.

Hatin' on backpacks?  Now you go too far.

Unless you have your book report for 3rd period, carry a fucking messenger bag manpurse