Crazy Uncle Milton's Shot Blasting Sploogefest Emporium

[RV]

Dude, that wasn't even IN this thread.  Heaven forbid I make fun of myself, apparently that's against the rules.  But it's over.  Let's instead talk about how Weebs has yet to deny that the yellow liquid in the plastic cup wasn't even beer.

Sigh

You might need to sit down and have a conversation with your idiot friends, Pen.  I just popped in here to say that for $6.50, people should be allowed to dump their beer anywhere they want to.  'twas RV who decided to focus instead on me, rather than the conversation at hand.  

In other words, if you and your fellow cock-gobblers don't make really idiotic comments at me every time I post, the likelihood of thread-drift in my direction is nil.

By saying that, you don't limit it to This thread. I merely took an example of a thread that wasn't even remotely involved with any of your photoshops, to which you found a way to Post one of your photoshops, and assumed people would laugh at how you were making fun of yourself. The problem is that your "making fun of yourself" wasn't even funny, and people more or less just resented the intrusion of your shitty work onto a thread that was fine without it, however, now you're pissy because people have steered a conversation that wasn't about you into a conversation about you, even though that's EXACTLY what you did in That thread.

Wow, you really spend a lot of time thinking about me and my motivations.  Coincidentally, I resent any post you make on any thread as, no matter what the topic or relevancy of your words, they also are all "shitty intrusions," as you say.  But seriously -- stop making it all about me.  This is a thread about douchebag Cub fans.  We should be talking about you.

It didn't really take that much thought into your "motivations." You posted it and SAID that you were making fun of yourself. Since I assume you want a response to something you post on a messageboard, and that if you're making Fun of something the expected response is laughter, I naturally assumed you posted that in an attempt to be funny. It wasn't funny, however. Had you merely commented on Freddy Bynum or Aaron Miles or whatever the thread was about without harkening back to some terrible joke you made three years ago, expecting to get a laugh because "OMG, LOL KURT, THAT REALLY WAS A TERRIBLE JOKE HAHA!", I'm sure people would have let it pass. But I'll agree that I am a douchebag. I am a psycho off my meds.

/fix'd

So long as I'm not a pissy and overly defensive blogger who can't seem to note the irony in saying how he doesn't get pissy everytime someone insults him all the while taking up several pages of a thread doing just that.


And your photoshops suck.

You're absolutely right, sir.  But why would anybody insult me?  It's not about me, it's about the topixx! 

I just forget sometimes that if somebody -- like RV -- takes an off-topic shot at me, I'm not allowed to respond to it even if he displays the grammatical skills of an autistic child.  After all, if I respond to RV, then there will be a pile-on by a few others, and if I respond to them then I'll just be accused about making it all about me ... as if it would ever be about me if you didn't make me the topic, you dopes.

Here's a hint, SKO, seriously: I annoy you?  Ignore me!  Amazingly, if you ignore me it is extremely unlikely that I will say anything to you or about you, meaning I won't hurt your poor widdle feelings, the threads will never spiral into me-a-thons, and you can stay off your meds without incident!  I promise!

At least SKO isn't a child molesting teacher you sick sonofabitch.

I believe that's a FACE, you pervert.

[Slaky]

Dude, that wasn't even IN this thread.  Heaven forbid I make fun of myself, apparently that's against the rules.  But it's over.  Let's instead talk about how Weebs has yet to deny that the yellow liquid in the plastic cup wasn't even beer.

Sigh

You might need to sit down and have a conversation with your idiot friends, Pen.  I just popped in here to say that for $6.50, people should be allowed to dump their beer anywhere they want to.  'twas RV who decided to focus instead on me, rather than the conversation at hand.  

In other words, if you and your fellow cock-gobblers don't make really idiotic comments at me every time I post, the likelihood of thread-drift in my direction is nil.

By saying that, you don't limit it to This thread. I merely took an example of a thread that wasn't even remotely involved with any of your photoshops, to which you found a way to Post one of your photoshops, and assumed people would laugh at how you were making fun of yourself. The problem is that your "making fun of yourself" wasn't even funny, and people more or less just resented the intrusion of your shitty work onto a thread that was fine without it, however, now you're pissy because people have steered a conversation that wasn't about you into a conversation about you, even though that's EXACTLY what you did in That thread.

Wow, you really spend a lot of time thinking about me and my motivations.  Coincidentally, I resent any post you make on any thread as, no matter what the topic or relevancy of your words, they also are all "shitty intrusions," as you say.  But seriously -- stop making it all about me.  This is a thread about douchebag Cub fans.  We should be talking about you.

It didn't really take that much thought into your "motivations." You posted it and SAID that you were making fun of yourself. Since I assume you want a response to something you post on a messageboard, and that if you're making Fun of something the expected response is laughter, I naturally assumed you posted that in an attempt to be funny. It wasn't funny, however. Had you merely commented on Freddy Bynum or Aaron Miles or whatever the thread was about without harkening back to some terrible joke you made three years ago, expecting to get a laugh because "OMG, LOL KURT, THAT REALLY WAS A TERRIBLE JOKE HAHA!", I'm sure people would have let it pass. But I'll agree that I am a douchebag. I am a psycho off my meds.

/fix'd

So long as I'm not a pissy and overly defensive blogger who can't seem to note the irony in saying how he doesn't get pissy everytime someone insults him all the while taking up several pages of a thread doing just that.


And your photoshops suck.

You're absolutely right, sir.  But why would anybody insult me?  It's not about me, it's about the topixx! 

I just forget sometimes that if somebody -- like RV -- takes an off-topic shot at me, I'm not allowed to respond to it even if he displays the grammatical skills of an autistic child.  After all, if I respond to RV, then there will be a pile-on by a few others, and if I respond to them then I'll just be accused about making it all about me ... as if it would ever be about me if you didn't make me the topic, you dopes.

Here's a hint, SKO, seriously: I annoy you?  Ignore me!  Amazingly, if you ignore me it is extremely unlikely that I will say anything to you or about you, meaning I won't hurt your poor widdle feelings, the threads will never spiral into me-a-thons, and you can stay off your meds without incident!  I promise!

Stop acting like such a pedophile pederast.

Linkage to the other thread being posted in today'd.

[Jon]

I'd just like to go on record that I hate PenFoe with the burning fires of a thousand suns.

I had no idea...I'm sorry.
I should have better anticipated this.

I just thought I'd try and take the SKO love down a notch. But I can't hate on SKO. You just seemed a good Jewish scapegoat target.

[SKO]

Dude, that wasn't even IN this thread.  Heaven forbid I make fun of myself, apparently that's against the rules.  But it's over.  Let's instead talk about how Weebs has yet to deny that the yellow liquid in the plastic cup wasn't even beer.

Sigh

You might need to sit down and have a conversation with your idiot friends, Pen.  I just popped in here to say that for $6.50, people should be allowed to dump their beer anywhere they want to.  'twas RV who decided to focus instead on me, rather than the conversation at hand.  

In other words, if you and your fellow cock-gobblers don't make really idiotic comments at me every time I post, the likelihood of thread-drift in my direction is nil.

By saying that, you don't limit it to This thread. I merely took an example of a thread that wasn't even remotely involved with any of your photoshops, to which you found a way to Post one of your photoshops, and assumed people would laugh at how you were making fun of yourself. The problem is that your "making fun of yourself" wasn't even funny, and people more or less just resented the intrusion of your shitty work onto a thread that was fine without it, however, now you're pissy because people have steered a conversation that wasn't about you into a conversation about you, even though that's EXACTLY what you did in That thread.

Wow, you really spend a lot of time thinking about me and my motivations.  Coincidentally, I resent any post you make on any thread as, no matter what the topic or relevancy of your words, they also are all "shitty intrusions," as you say.  But seriously -- stop making it all about me.  This is a thread about douchebag Cub fans.  We should be talking about you.

It didn't really take that much thought into your "motivations." You posted it and SAID that you were making fun of yourself. Since I assume you want a response to something you post on a messageboard, and that if you're making Fun of something the expected response is laughter, I naturally assumed you posted that in an attempt to be funny. It wasn't funny, however. Had you merely commented on Freddy Bynum or Aaron Miles or whatever the thread was about without harkening back to some terrible joke you made three years ago, expecting to get a laugh because "OMG, LOL KURT, THAT REALLY WAS A TERRIBLE JOKE HAHA!", I'm sure people would have let it pass. But I'll agree that I am a douchebag. I am a psycho off my meds.

/fix'd

So long as I'm not a pissy and overly defensive blogger who can't seem to note the irony in saying how he doesn't get pissy everytime someone insults him all the while taking up several pages of a thread doing just that.


And your photoshops suck.

You're absolutely right, sir.  But why would anybody insult me?  It's not about me, it's about the topixx!  

I just forget sometimes that if somebody -- like RV -- takes an off-topic shot at me, I'm not allowed to respond to it even if he displays the grammatical skills of an autistic child.  After all, if I respond to RV, then there will be a pile-on by a few others, and if I respond to them then I'll just be accused about making it all about me ... as if it would ever be about me if you didn't make me the topic, you dopes.

Here's a hint, SKO, seriously: I annoy you?  Ignore me!  Amazingly, if you ignore me it is extremely unlikely that I will say anything to you or about you, meaning I won't hurt your poor widdle feelings, the threads will never spiral into me-a-thons, and you can stay off your meds without incident!  I promise!

At least SKO isn't a child molesting teacher you sick sonofabitch.

You're right, Dubbs. I don't even have my degree yet.

[Jon]

I'd just like to go on record that I hate PenFoe with the burning fires of a thousand suns.

DRLP Bitch! I've wrote this in the shoutbox an hour ago.

Well, we all hate PenFoe. It's only right and natural.

[Dave B]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

[Slaky]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

Oh good, so we can just blame that dude for everything. That's so much easier than logic.

[Eli]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

What does this have to do with loving SKO?

[Philberto]

ANGER

[Jon]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

What does this have to do with loving SKO?

Or hating Penfoe.

[Weebs]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

Does this mean I'm guilty by association?

[Oleg]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

What does this have to do with loving SKO?

I hate SKO, fucking bourgeois pig.

[Dave B]

http://deadspin.com/5336740/is-this-person-the-wrigley-beer+tossing-hand-job

[Jon]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

What does this have to do with loving SKO?

I hate SKO, fucking bourgeois pig.

Save that hate for PenFoe, mister.

[Oleg]

I have no idea what happened in this thread, but when the fuck did I become the guy being hauled out of Wrigley last night?

When the beer thrower pointed you out. Keep up, son.

A "national columnist" for MLB.com penned this load of shit today:

"
The guy who threw the beer at Victorino should be doing a lifetime of community service, but he won't and that's the problem. Somebody will have to pay for this.

If the 2009 Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be some people who will explain this unhappy event as the result of injuries; to Aramis Ramirez or Carlos Zambrano or Ted Lilly or nagging aches and pains with other players or all of the above.

Others will point to players whose production was well under reasonable expectations. Milton Bradley did nothing in the first half. Alfonso Soriano did not produce like an impact player must. Geovany Soto could not put together anything resembling a suitable encore to his splendid rookie season.

All of these reasons and more are valid explanations. But if the Cubs do not reach the postseason, there will be those who will point to the night of Aug. 12 when the unthinkable occurred at Wrigley Field.

Some will argue that the act of throwing the beer arose from the act of drinking the beer in the first place. Yes, it is distinctly possible that the perpetrator was not completely in the grip of sobriety.

But we shouldn't put the cart before the Clydesdale. No good will come of throwing the beer at the center fielder. No good would come of throwing beer at any of the other eight players, either. But if you could hit, for instance, the second baseman with the beer, your arm would be in Roberto Clemente territory.

You cannot expect to throw the beer and then just skip merrily forward, unencumbered for the rest of life. There will be some sort of consequences -- emotional, mental, physical, spiritual, or the 101st year without winning a World Series."

What does this have to do with loving SKO?

I hate SKO, fucking bourgeois pig.

Save that hate for PenFoe, mister.

I have enough to go around; however, it subsides the closer I get to magic:20.

And, yes, I love making these threads about ME!