I once met Troy Glaus without knowing he was Troy Glaus which quite displeased Troy Glaus.
Quote from: Sterling Archer on May 29, 2015, 04:16:38 PM
I once met Troy Glaus without knowing he was Troy Glaus which quite displeased Troy Glaus.
I had the same experience with Olympia Dukakis, except she was fairly nice.
Quote from: Bort on May 29, 2015, 05:39:58 PM
Quote from: Sterling Archer on May 29, 2015, 04:16:38 PM
I once met Troy Glaus without knowing he was Troy Glaus which quite displeased Troy Glaus.
I had the same experience with Olympia Dukakis, except she was fairly nice.
I had the same experience with Roald Dahl, and although at the time I thought he was all right about it, with hindsight I realise that he found it quite hurtful. He did sign a copy of "James and the Giant Peach" for us, though. And then my brother, unbeknownst to me, put it back on the shelf in the bookshop and left. Jesus fucking Christ.
EDIT: It's all coming back to me, now. It wasn't our not recognising him that pissed him off, it was the fact that I also asked him to sign a second-hand copy of this (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dead-Dying-Damned-D-J-Hollands/dp/0552101001/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1432976760&sr=8-2&keywords=the+dead+the+dying+and+the+damned). That might actually be worse than getting him to sign JATGP before putting it back.
As a teenager living in the Netherlands, I won the Dutch National orienteering championship for the under fifteen age group. Because it wasn't an open competition, though, and I'm not Dutch*, they didn't give the trophy to me, but rather to the kid who came second**.
* Have at it.
** In the interests of full disclosure, there were only two of us in the age group, and the other kid got comprehensively lost. Still, he has a fucking trophy in his bedroom, and I don't. I hope it embarrasses him every time he looks at it, the Dutch cunt.
I've been to 12 Blackhawks playoff games in the Toews/Kane/Keith era and have seen them go 11-1 (only loss, Game 1 in first round 2010 vs. Nashville).
Quote from: PANK! on May 30, 2015, 09:53:49 AM
I've been to 12 Blackhawks playoff games in the Toews/Kane/Keith era and have seen them go 11-1 (only loss, Game 1 in first round 2010 vs. Nashville).
Which hats were you wearing?
I don't think this thread title is really accurate -- there wasn't anything "humble" about Pen's initial brag.
#RIPHarris
Quote from: Oleg on May 30, 2015, 10:25:35 AM
Quote from: PANK! on May 30, 2015, 09:53:49 AM
I've been to 12 Blackhawks playoff games in the Toews/Kane/Keith era and have seen them go 11-1 (only loss, Game 1 in first round 2010 vs. Nashville).
Which hats were you wearing?
I was the one who came up with the team idea!
Me!
Quote from: Eli on May 30, 2015, 10:52:57 AM
I don't think this thread title is really accurate -- there wasn't anything "humble" about Pen's initial brag.
#RIPHarris
The key word in the title is Wrong.
Quote from: Tonker on May 30, 2015, 04:04:29 AM
As a teenager living in the Netherlands, I won the Dutch National orienteering championship for the under fifteen age group. Because it wasn't an open competition, though, and I'm not Dutch*, they didn't give the trophy to me, but rather to the kid who came second**.
* Have at it.
** In the interests of full disclosure, there were only two of us in the age group, and the other kid got comprehensively lost. Still, he has a fucking trophy in his bedroom, and I don't. I hope it embarrasses him every time he looks at it, the Dutch cunt.
When I was in my 40's I entered a YMCA 5k race. I not only came in first, I was around 4 minutes ahead of the 2nd place finisher. I wasn't that fast, it was about a seven and a half minute pace, but everyone else was pathetically slow. When it came time to hand out the ribbons (around a half hour after I finished, everyone looked at me as though I was a course cutting Rosie Ruiz.
I went to the toilet this morning to relieve myself of built-up overnight gas, and promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate my achievement. By the time I reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the bog. At the end of my titanic achievement, I stumbled, tears still rolling down my face, back into the bedroom and asked my wife to get Norris McWhirter on the phone so that I could report my new World Record. She was not amused. I think I might have married the wrong woman.
Back when I used to summer in Maine with Jordanian royalty, I owned a bunch of Garfield books.
Stephen King's son Owen went to that camp also. I don't think he's involved with FIFA though.
Also, I once got high with Vanilla Ice.
In Cleveland.
This one may actually belong in the other thread.
I was only able to get 6 reps at 225 on the flat bench this morning.
I played in a foursome with Illini great Mike Tisdale yesterday
Fuck sake you guys have a clear lack of understanding about what a humblebrag is.
Not like this:
I played golf with Mike Tisdale yesterday.
Like this:
I bogey'd the last four holes of my round yesterday at Cog Hill, which caused my playing partner, Illini great Mike Tisdale to have a hard belly laugh at my expense. In the clubhouse afterward, while I was blowing him...
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 08:54:36 AM
Fuck sake you guys have a clear lack of understanding about what a humblebrag is.
Not like this:
I played golf with Mike Tisdale yesterday.
Like this:
I bogey'd the last four holes of my round yesterday at Cog Hill, which caused my playing partner, Illini great Mike Tisdale to have a hard belly laugh at my expense. In the clubhouse afterward, while I was blowing him...
Apex is right.
Quote from: Slaky on June 01, 2015, 09:01:26 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 08:54:36 AM
Fuck sake you guys have a clear lack of understanding about what a humblebrag is.
Not like this:
I played golf with Mike Tisdale yesterday.
Like this:
I bogey'd the last four holes of my round yesterday at Cog Hill, which caused my playing partner, Illini great Mike Tisdale to have a hard belly laugh at my expense. In the clubhouse afterward, while I was blowing him...
Apex is right.
My bad. Though, if I bogey'd the last four holes of Cog Hill, I'd be ecstatic
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 08:54:36 AM
Fuck sake you guys have a clear lack of understanding about what a humblebrag is.
Not like this:
I played golf with Mike Tisdale yesterday.
Like this:
I bogey'd the last four holes of my round yesterday at Cog Hill, which caused my playing partner, Illini great Mike Tisdale to have a hard belly laugh at my expense. In the clubhouse afterward, while I was blowing him...
I played on a park district basketball team during my freshman year in high school that was so bad that in our first game we actually lost 112-26 (or something like that, they definitely went over the century mark). The referee, a former All-State hoopster in Illinois who was home from college by the name of Dave Otto tried giving us every call in the second half but there was no way we were going to make the score respectable.
(Is that better?)
Quote from: PANK! on June 01, 2015, 09:14:50 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 08:54:36 AM
Fuck sake you guys have a clear lack of understanding about what a humblebrag is.
Not like this:
I played golf with Mike Tisdale yesterday.
Like this:
I bogey'd the last four holes of my round yesterday at Cog Hill, which caused my playing partner, Illini great Mike Tisdale to have a hard belly laugh at my expense. In the clubhouse afterward, while I was blowing him...
I played on a park district basketball team during my freshman year in high school that was so bad that in our first game we actually lost 112-26 (or something like that, they definitely went over the century mark). The referee, a former All-State hoopster in Illinois who was home from college by the name of Dave Otto tried giving us every call in the second half but there was no way we were going to make the score respectable.
(Is that better?)
A little bit. It's actually a decent story and not really bragging. Depending on how you feel about Dave Otto (I like him) it could go in the I admit it thread without issue.
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 09:16:56 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 01, 2015, 09:14:50 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 08:54:36 AM
Fuck sake you guys have a clear lack of understanding about what a humblebrag is.
Not like this:
I played golf with Mike Tisdale yesterday.
Like this:
I bogey'd the last four holes of my round yesterday at Cog Hill, which caused my playing partner, Illini great Mike Tisdale to have a hard belly laugh at my expense. In the clubhouse afterward, while I was blowing him...
I played on a park district basketball team during my freshman year in high school that was so bad that in our first game we actually lost 112-26 (or something like that, they definitely went over the century mark). The referee, a former All-State hoopster in Illinois who was home from college by the name of Dave Otto tried giving us every call in the second half but there was no way we were going to make the score respectable.
(Is that better?)
It's actually a decent story and not really bragging.
Okay we're only on Page 2. New threads are a rarity around here. I'm committed to making this a Quality Thread by the time it reaches Page 4.
Quote from: PANK! on June 01, 2015, 09:18:59 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 09:16:56 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 01, 2015, 09:14:50 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 08:54:36 AM
Fuck sake you guys have a clear lack of understanding about what a humblebrag is.
Not like this:
I played golf with Mike Tisdale yesterday.
Like this:
I bogey'd the last four holes of my round yesterday at Cog Hill, which caused my playing partner, Illini great Mike Tisdale to have a hard belly laugh at my expense. In the clubhouse afterward, while I was blowing him...
I played on a park district basketball team during my freshman year in high school that was so bad that in our first game we actually lost 112-26 (or something like that, they definitely went over the century mark). The referee, a former All-State hoopster in Illinois who was home from college by the name of Dave Otto tried giving us every call in the second half but there was no way we were going to make the score respectable.
(Is that better?)
It's actually a decent story and not really bragging.
Okay we're only on Page 2. New threads are a rarity around here. I'm committed to making this a Quality Thread by the time it reaches Page 4.
I recall a Chuck Story a few years past when he bemoaned the fact that he had to watch a partial birth abortion of a Cubs game in the centerfield lounge during a work day. He even threw the word "premium" liquor in there. I feel like he can help us here.
My softball team is so bad, my solo home run, in which I had to do a perfect Dexter Fowler slide around the tag at home plate was the lone run we tallied against the damn Lemons.
Like so.
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 09:25:39 AM
My softball team is so bad, my solo home run, in which I had to do a perfect Dexter Fowler slide around the tag at home plate was the lone run we tallied against the damn Lemons.
Like so.
My softball team is so bad that the biggest bat in the lineup belongs to a fat 52 year old.
That'll do it.
Quote from: Median Desipio Chucklehead on June 01, 2015, 09:38:34 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 01, 2015, 09:25:39 AM
My softball team is so bad, my solo home run, in which I had to do a perfect Dexter Fowler slide around the tag at home plate was the lone run we tallied against the damn Lemons.
Like so.
My softball team is so bad that the biggest bat in the lineup belongs to a fat 52 year old.
That'll do it.
Golf clap.
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:12:32 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Morrissey is, I think, an actually amusing human being if you can just accept a troll. Unlike Telander and Wittenmyer he's self-aware, he knows he's doing it, and he laughs at the people who catch on. Ever since I realized that I don't even bother actually insulting him. He's in on the joke.
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
This would qualify for a humblebrag if you weren't so self-aware. I read a good one on Facebook the other day from a mom who said she was worried because her son was progressing too quickly through some learning/testing shit at school and oh, no the horror, what if he has to skip a grade? Emoji emoji.
Gross.
Quote from: InternetApex on June 05, 2015, 09:16:15 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
This would qualify for a humblebrag if you weren't so self-aware. I read a good one on Facebook the other day from a mom who said she was worried because her son was progressing too quickly through some learning/testing shit at school and oh, no the horror, what if he has to skip a grade? Emoji emoji.
Gross.
Expert level humblebrag.
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:14:30 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:12:32 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Morrissey is, I think, an actually amusing human being if you can just accept a troll. Unlike Telander and Wittenmyer he's self-aware, he knows he's doing it, and he laughs at the people who catch on. Ever since I realized that I don't even bother actually insulting him. He's in on the joke.
You've articulated what I've come around to thinking myself. Thanks.
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 09:26:22 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:14:30 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:12:32 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Morrissey is, I think, an actually amusing human being if you can just accept a troll. Unlike Telander and Wittenmyer he's self-aware, he knows he's doing it, and he laughs at the people who catch on. Ever since I realized that I don't even bother actually insulting him. He's in on the joke.
You've articulated what I've come around to thinking myself. Thanks.
So if somebody follows one of you whores on Twitter you automatically cape up for them on the internets. That's cute.
Quote from: InternetApex on June 05, 2015, 09:59:42 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 09:26:22 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:14:30 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:12:32 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Morrissey is, I think, an actually amusing human being if you can just accept a troll. Unlike Telander and Wittenmyer he's self-aware, he knows he's doing it, and he laughs at the people who catch on. Ever since I realized that I don't even bother actually insulting him. He's in on the joke.
You've articulated what I've come around to thinking myself. Thanks.
So if somebody follows one of you whores on Twitter you automatically cape up for them on the internets. That's cute.
I'm haven't stopped giving the guy shit. He's still capable of gross stupidity; he's just not "gone" like Telander is.
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 10:01:49 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 05, 2015, 09:59:42 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 09:26:22 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:14:30 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:12:32 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Morrissey is, I think, an actually amusing human being if you can just accept a troll. Unlike Telander and Wittenmyer he's self-aware, he knows he's doing it, and he laughs at the people who catch on. Ever since I realized that I don't even bother actually insulting him. He's in on the joke.
You've articulated what I've come around to thinking myself. Thanks.
So if somebody follows one of you whores on Twitter you automatically cape up for them on the internets. That's cute.
I'm haven't stopped giving the guy shit. He's still capable of gross stupidity; he's just not "gone" like Telander is.
The whole I'm haven't?
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 10:05:31 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 10:01:49 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 05, 2015, 09:59:42 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 09:26:22 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:14:30 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:12:32 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Morrissey is, I think, an actually amusing human being if you can just accept a troll. Unlike Telander and Wittenmyer he's self-aware, he knows he's doing it, and he laughs at the people who catch on. Ever since I realized that I don't even bother actually insulting him. He's in on the joke.
You've articulated what I've come around to thinking myself. Thanks.
So if somebody follows one of you whores on Twitter you automatically cape up for them on the internets. That's cute.
I'm haven't stopped giving the guy shit. He's still capable of gross stupidity; he's just not "gone" like Telander is.
The whole I'm haven't?
Every damn last one, yeah.
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 10:05:31 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 10:01:49 AM
Quote from: InternetApex on June 05, 2015, 09:59:42 AM
Quote from: PANK! on June 05, 2015, 09:26:22 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:14:30 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:12:32 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:10:36 AM
Quote from: Slaky on June 05, 2015, 09:08:43 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 05, 2015, 09:06:43 AM
What about 552 followers, Pex? And what if one of them is apparently Toronto Blue Jays outfielder Jose Bautista, blue checkmark and all?
Seriously guys why the fuck does Jose Bautista follow me on twitter? Does he hate David Ross?
He follows a million people. Don't get too excited.
I'm not, I'm just legitimately baffled. I've never tweeted at or about him so I have no idea why he would have followed me even as part of a mass following spree. This isn't like being followed by THE Glendon Rusch, of which I am extremely proud.
Morrissey also follows me, Huey, but I think it's so he can favorite I every tweet I ever insult him with in an act of supreme trolling. It's patronizing and I hate him all the more for it.
Morrissey follows all of us, I think. I never followed back. If I found out Telander followed me I'd straight up block his ass.
Morrissey is, I think, an actually amusing human being if you can just accept a troll. Unlike Telander and Wittenmyer he's self-aware, he knows he's doing it, and he laughs at the people who catch on. Ever since I realized that I don't even bother actually insulting him. He's in on the joke.
You've articulated what I've come around to thinking myself. Thanks.
So if somebody follows one of you whores on Twitter you automatically cape up for them on the internets. That's cute.
I'm haven't stopped giving the guy shit. He's still capable of gross stupidity; he's just not "gone" like Telander is.
The whole I'm haven't?
What about the whole I every tweet I AND the whole with in?
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
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Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
This kid is going to be really popular in high school.
Quote from: PANK! on June 08, 2015, 10:18:43 AM
Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
Quote from: Bort on June 08, 2015, 03:30:53 PM
Quote from: PANK! on June 08, 2015, 10:18:43 AM
Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Quote from: PenFoe on June 08, 2015, 03:35:26 PM
Quote from: Bort on June 08, 2015, 03:30:53 PM
Quote from: PANK! on June 08, 2015, 10:18:43 AM
Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
Despite never parenting a child, I can assure you this is nothing to be humble about.
Quote from: Bort on June 08, 2015, 03:38:31 PM
Quote from: PenFoe on June 08, 2015, 03:35:26 PM
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Quote from: PANK! on June 08, 2015, 10:18:43 AM
Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
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Quote from: Bort on June 08, 2015, 03:30:53 PM
Quote from: PANK! on June 08, 2015, 10:18:43 AM
Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
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Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
My friend's daughter was born in August and she's already in 2T clothes. She's a tank. It's worked out well because they just gave us all of the diapers they had stocked up on before she was born that she outgrew too fast to use. Haven't bought a box of diapers yet.
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Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
That's 14 lbs lighter than my 6-year old daughter.
Quote from: Slaky on June 09, 2015, 02:00:35 PM
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Quote from: Tonker on June 08, 2015, 10:17:12 AM
Quote from: SKO on June 08, 2015, 10:06:08 AM
My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
My daughter was tracking the same way. Enjoy it. That means she eats well, without being fussy.
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My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
That's 14 lbs lighter than my 6-year old daughter.
Wait. Your six year old is the same weight as my 2-1/2 year old?
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My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
That's 14 lbs lighter than my 6-year old daughter.
Wait. Your six year old is the same weight as my 2-1/2 year old?
ATonk is six and weighs more or less twice that. Do they have doubles truck pulling?
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My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
That's 14 lbs lighter than my 6-year old daughter.
Wait. Your six year old is the same weight as my 2-1/2 year old?
She's a real small kid. (http://www.desipio.com/messageboard/index.php?topic=7056.msg287533#msg287533)
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My son cried hysterically for about an hour and a half Saturday night. No stopping it. Loud, shrieking, deafening cries. Painful cries. Cries that hurt my very soul. Wasn't hungry. Obviously some kind of gas or cramp to blame. Tried every remedy we had and every thing that every old woman in our life told us to try. Nothing seemed to fit. After a while I just sat in the rocking chair with him, slowly praying for death as I gently rubbed his back.
Then he promptly farted for - no exaggeration - twenty seconds without pause. Just take a moment to count out twenty seconds, now, the better to appreciate his achievement. By the time he reached, probably, twelve seconds or so I was Muttleying so hard that I nearly fell off the rocker.
He then gave what I think might have been his first genuine smile ever, and slept for four and a half hours straight, as did my wife and I. It was glorious.
I wholeheartedly approve this post.
Yep.
"that first time your son discovers how goddamn satisfying a long fart is".
His next fart milestone will be "laughing at his own fart."
My son laughs hysterically at his own farts. Every single time.
He actively tries to fart on me and his mother at the moment, though he spares his sister.
It's a pretty proud time for me.
Oh yeah. Jackson has done that a few times.
*wipes tear from eye*
They just grow up so fast.
Wait until your daughter and her teamates fill the interior of an SUV with bad ass gas while you're driving down an interstate at 70 miles per hour with the windows closed during a rainstorm for seven hours straight (she also blows snot rockets, cracks her knuckles like an Iron Worker, and belches like it's going to be a career).
My delicate little flower.
Not sure how your daughter was tracking as a baby but we've got a 22 pounder going on seven months old. She's a goddamn monster already. I imagine her pulling trucks on ESPN 2 when she gets older.
That's 14 lbs lighter than my 6-year old daughter.
Wait. Your six year old is the same weight as my 2-1/2 year old?
She's a real small kid. (http://www.desipio.com/messageboard/index.php?topic=7056.msg287533#msg287533)
I wouldn't make too much of how big or small they are when they are little vs how they are going to turn out when they are fully grown hairy ogres. They all mature at different rates (more so with boys). My daughter was always in the 90+ percentile for height and was pretty much the tallest in her class for most of her youth. She is 20 years old now and 5' 7" and has been that height since she was 13. While that makes her a tall girl she has been passed up in height by a couple of her classmates.
I do believe that a very physically active child (and I mean years of
serious weight training, running, conditioning, and proper diet) can make a big difference in their development. It's very cool to watch how they all grow in different ways and I would suggest as strongly as possible to get them into organized sports as early as you can. My daughter has two fucked up ankles and a rebuilt knee and she reminds us regularly that she wouldn't trade her soccer life for anything. She still plays and we will watch her kicking ass every Sunday morning this summer in a women's league.
It has been formative for her in so many ways. Physically, mentally, socially and lifestyle.
Since we're sharing kid stories and are all apparently way too old for internetting now:
We asked my little girl who her daddy's favorite baseball player was...and after she muttered (wrongly) Easton Corbin, she said (under her breath, with a touch of hatred) "Oh...stupid Kris Bryant" (except she said "Brian").
It's a thing we all say now.
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Since we're sharing kid stories and are all apparently way too old for internetting now:
We asked my little girl who her daddy's favorite baseball player was...and after she muttered (wrongly) Easton Corbin, she said (under her breath, with a touch of hatred) "Oh...stupid Kris Bryant" (except she said "Brian").
It's a thing we all say now.
I wish Daddy loved me as much as he loves that
stupid Kris Brian.
Quote from: PenFoe on June 10, 2015, 02:25:29 PM
Quote from: Powdered Toast Man on June 10, 2015, 02:23:48 PM
Since we're sharing kid stories and are all apparently way too old for internetting now:
We asked my little girl who her daddy's favorite baseball player was...and after she muttered (wrongly) Easton Corbin, she said (under her breath, with a touch of hatred) "Oh...stupid Kris Bryant" (except she said "Brian").
It's a thing we all say now.
I wish Daddy loved me as much as he loves that stupid Kris Brian.
No one ever said there wouldn't be any sacrifices in wearing the crown as THE Kris Bryant guy.
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Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
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Quote from: InternetApex on June 18, 2015, 01:53:50 PM
Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
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Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
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Quote from: InternetApex on June 18, 2015, 01:53:50 PM
Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
It's really not that wild of a story. I hear crazy loud noises upstairs late at night a few months ago and go up there to investigate. She answers the door and I'm like "Is everything OK up here? It sounds like there's furniture toppling over or something?" She immediately bursts into tears and says "That was me throwing a bunch of stuff. My boyfriend's at spring training and I just get upset when he's not here. He's a coach for the Cubs." I'm like "Oh well good luck with ALL THAT" and try to do the slowly back away thing. Then she turns around to go back in and...had locked herself out. And her dog is going nuts on the other side of the door. Luckily her next door neighbor intervened at that point and I was able to slither away without having to actually, you know, help her out. Now when we hear loud objects being tossed around again, my wife is like "Cubs on another road trip?" and I just nod.
The next time I see her I will definitely point out that a bullpen catcher is not a coach.
/coolstory
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Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
It's really not that wild of a story. I hear crazy loud noises upstairs late at night a few months ago and go up there to investigate. She answers the door and I'm like "Is everything OK up here? It sounds like there's furniture toppling over or something?" She immediately bursts into tears and says "That was me throwing a bunch of stuff. My boyfriend's at spring training and I just get upset when he's not here. He's a coach for the Cubs." I'm like "Oh well good luck with ALL THAT" and try to do the slowly back away thing. Then she turns around to go back in and...had locked herself out. And her dog is going nuts on the other side of the door. Luckily her next door neighbor intervened at that point and I was able to slither away without having to actually, you know, help her out. Now when we hear loud objects being tossed around again, my wife is like "Cubs on another road trip?" and I just nod.
The next time I see her I will definitely point out that a bullpen catcher is not a coach.
/coolstory
But is she hot?
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Quote from: InternetApex on June 18, 2015, 01:53:50 PM
Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
It's really not that wild of a story. I hear crazy loud noises upstairs late at night a few months ago and go up there to investigate. She answers the door and I'm like "Is everything OK up here? It sounds like there's furniture toppling over or something?" She immediately bursts into tears and says "That was me throwing a bunch of stuff. My boyfriend's at spring training and I just get upset when he's not here. He's a coach for the Cubs." I'm like "Oh well good luck with ALL THAT" and try to do the slowly back away thing. Then she turns around to go back in and...had locked herself out. And her dog is going nuts on the other side of the door. Luckily her next door neighbor intervened at that point and I was able to slither away without having to actually, you know, help her out. Now when we hear loud objects being tossed around again, my wife is like "Cubs on another road trip?" and I just nod.
The next time I see her I will definitely point out that a bullpen catcher is not a coach.
/coolstory
But is she hot?
Nope. Apparently being a bullpen catcher isn't the ideal life one would assume it is.
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Quote from: InternetApex on June 18, 2015, 01:53:50 PM
Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
It's really not that wild of a story. I hear crazy loud noises upstairs late at night a few months ago and go up there to investigate. She answers the door and I'm like "Is everything OK up here? It sounds like there's furniture toppling over or something?" She immediately bursts into tears and says "That was me throwing a bunch of stuff. My boyfriend's at spring training and I just get upset when he's not here. He's a coach for the Cubs." I'm like "Oh well good luck with ALL THAT" and try to do the slowly back away thing. Then she turns around to go back in and...had locked herself out. And her dog is going nuts on the other side of the door. Luckily her next door neighbor intervened at that point and I was able to slither away without having to actually, you know, help her out. Now when we hear loud objects being tossed around again, my wife is like "Cubs on another road trip?" and I just nod.
The next time I see her I will definitely point out that a bullpen catcher is not a coach.
/coolstory
But is she hot?
Nope. Apparently being a bullpen catcher isn't the ideal life one would assume it is.
Oh man. I'd have ranked them right behind defensive quality control coaches as far as their abilit to pull tail amongst all professional sports personnel. Sad.
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Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
It's really not that wild of a story. I hear crazy loud noises upstairs late at night a few months ago and go up there to investigate. She answers the door and I'm like "Is everything OK up here? It sounds like there's furniture toppling over or something?" She immediately bursts into tears and says "That was me throwing a bunch of stuff. My boyfriend's at spring training and I just get upset when he's not here. He's a coach for the Cubs." I'm like "Oh well good luck with ALL THAT" and try to do the slowly back away thing. Then she turns around to go back in and...had locked herself out. And her dog is going nuts on the other side of the door. Luckily her next door neighbor intervened at that point and I was able to slither away without having to actually, you know, help her out. Now when we hear loud objects being tossed around again, my wife is like "Cubs on another road trip?" and I just nod.
The next time I see her I will definitely point out that a bullpen catcher is not a coach.
/coolstory
But is she hot?
Nope. Apparently being a bullpen catcher isn't the ideal life one would assume it is.
Bullshit. I've heard Benny Cadahia stories that would make you blush.
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Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
It's really not that wild of a story. I hear crazy loud noises upstairs late at night a few months ago and go up there to investigate. She answers the door and I'm like "Is everything OK up here? It sounds like there's furniture toppling over or something?" She immediately bursts into tears and says "That was me throwing a bunch of stuff. My boyfriend's at spring training and I just get upset when he's not here. He's a coach for the Cubs." I'm like "Oh well good luck with ALL THAT" and try to do the slowly back away thing. Then she turns around to go back in and...had locked herself out. And her dog is going nuts on the other side of the door. Luckily her next door neighbor intervened at that point and I was able to slither away without having to actually, you know, help her out. Now when we hear loud objects being tossed around again, my wife is like "Cubs on another road trip?" and I just nod.
The next time I see her I will definitely point out that a bullpen catcher is not a coach.
/coolstory
But is she hot?
Nope. Apparently being a bullpen catcher isn't the ideal life one would assume it is.
Which bullpen catcher? Chad Noble?
Chad's a catch.
(http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Chad+Noble+VYBA7JjKtIim.jpg)
Quote from: Chuck to Chuck on June 18, 2015, 03:37:32 PM
Chad's a catch.
(http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Chad+Noble+VYBA7JjKtIim.jpg)
Northwestern Baseball leads the nation in producing bullpen catchers. Suck it, Cal State Fullerton.
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Maybe Lester's just a fucking closet case who can't throw to first and is afraid of facing a big league fastball. Maybe having Ross around is just cathartic for him in this big, crazy, loud world with all these people around who want to touch him and ask him questions.
He did surprisingly well in Oakland without Ross if that's the case. I went soft on Ross for a few weeks and now I regret it. I've singlehandedly turned Coghlan into Billy Williams out there in left. Least I can do is hate Ross into being useful or at least a really solid bullpen catcher.
Let's torch this barn, fuckers. See you in hell, Ross.
The Cubs bullpen catcher is my upstairs neighbor. His girlfriend's a lunatic.
*pushes "tell me more" button*
Hell yes. Please.
It's really not that wild of a story. I hear crazy loud noises upstairs late at night a few months ago and go up there to investigate. She answers the door and I'm like "Is everything OK up here? It sounds like there's furniture toppling over or something?" She immediately bursts into tears and says "That was me throwing a bunch of stuff. My boyfriend's at spring training and I just get upset when he's not here. He's a coach for the Cubs." I'm like "Oh well good luck with ALL THAT" and try to do the slowly back away thing. Then she turns around to go back in and...had locked herself out. And her dog is going nuts on the other side of the door. Luckily her next door neighbor intervened at that point and I was able to slither away without having to actually, you know, help her out. Now when we hear loud objects being tossed around again, my wife is like "Cubs on another road trip?" and I just nod.
The next time I see her I will definitely point out that a bullpen catcher is not a coach.
/coolstory
But is she hot?
Is she on Twitter? Asking for
a friend Dubbs and Yeti
Yes it's Chad Noble and I have no idea of her Twitter status.
Quote from: R-V on June 18, 2015, 04:23:17 PM
Yes it's Chad Noble and I have no idea of her Twitter status.
https://twitter.com/TheWienerCircle/status/790039006222422016
This guy (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/08/business/dealbook/jeffrey-wertkin-akin-gump.html?_r=0/) was my high school class president.
Quote from: PenFoe on February 10, 2017, 10:00:43 AM
This guy (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/08/business/dealbook/jeffrey-wertkin-akin-gump.html?_r=0/) was my high school class president.
He'll still avoid you at the next reunion.
Quote from: Quality Start Machine on February 10, 2017, 08:19:02 PM
Quote from: PenFoe on February 10, 2017, 10:00:43 AM
This guy (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/08/business/dealbook/jeffrey-wertkin-akin-gump.html?_r=0/) was my high school class president.
He'll still avoid you at the next reunion.
Because he's in prison?
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This guy (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/08/business/dealbook/jeffrey-wertkin-akin-gump.html?_r=0/) was my high school class president.
He'll still avoid you at the next reunion.
Because he's in prison?
"So what have you been doing since graduation?"
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Quote from: Saul Goodman on February 10, 2017, 09:41:30 PM
Quote from: Quality Start Machine on February 10, 2017, 08:19:02 PM
Quote from: PenFoe on February 10, 2017, 10:00:43 AM
This guy (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/08/business/dealbook/jeffrey-wertkin-akin-gump.html?_r=0/) was my high school class president.
He'll still avoid you at the next reunion.
Because he's in prison?
"So what have you been doing since graduation?"
Glad to see the lawyers jump on this.
I'm taking delivery of a Tesla Model 3 on Wednesday, unless the province ignores a court order, which would fuck up the massive rebate that I need to actually be able to afford the car.
Quote from: Canadouche on August 29, 2018, 10:44:48 PM
I'm taking delivery of a Tesla Model 3 on Wednesday, unless the province ignores a court order, which would fuck up the massive rebate that I need to actually be able to afford the car.
I bailed on getting mine, partly because there was no sun/moonroof, and partly because I'm not sure the company will be in existence in two years.
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Quote from: Canadouche on August 29, 2018, 10:44:48 PM
I'm taking delivery of a Tesla Model 3 on Wednesday, unless the province ignores a court order, which would fuck up the massive rebate that I need to actually be able to afford the car.
I bailed on getting mine, partly because there was no sun/moonroof, and partly because I'm not sure the company will be in existence in two years.
It'll be perfect for the Back To the Future reboot.
Quote from: Quality Start Machine on August 30, 2018, 11:25:45 AM
Quote from: Canadouche on August 29, 2018, 10:44:48 PM
I'm taking delivery of a Tesla Model 3 on Wednesday, unless the province ignores a court order, which would fuck up the massive rebate that I need to actually be able to afford the car.
I bailed on getting mine, partly because there was no sun/moonroof, and partly because I'm not sure the company will be in existence in two years.
Intrepid Reader: Elon MuskSpoken like a true pedo guy.