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These chips over spears people are :D .
What about those of who don't eat pickles at all regardless of the medium?
We had Christmas last year and apparently everybody brought over a jar of pickles. It must be some sort of tradition in my family amongst the broads. I think we still have 4 jars left. I tried eating a pickle with every meal just to free up some space in the fridge. I don't know who has Christmas this year but I'm dropping a case of the mother :kicksrock: on them.
I was going to bring some Bread and Butter pickles to the Arch. No?
It will go well with the box of iceberg lettuce he's bringing.
 
These chips over spears people are :D .
What about those of who don't eat pickles at all regardless of the medium?
We had Christmas last year and apparently everybody brought over a jar of pickles. It must be some sort of tradition in my family amongst the broads. I think we still have 4 jars left. I tried eating a pickle with every meal just to free up some space in the fridge. I don't know who has Christmas this year but I'm dropping a case of the mother :kicksrock: on them.
I was going to bring some Bread and Butter pickles to the Arch. No?
no
 
These chips over spears people are :X .
What about those of who don't eat pickles at all regardless of the medium?
We had Christmas last year and apparently everybody brought over a jar of pickles. It must be some sort of tradition in my family amongst the broads. I think we still have 4 jars left. I tried eating a pickle with every meal just to free up some space in the fridge. I don't know who has Christmas this year but I'm dropping a case of the mother :lmao: on them.
I was going to bring some Bread and Butter pickles to the Arch. No?
no
It's like the old Eazy E song says:8-ball sippin, the pickles I'm dippin'

Whether spearin' or chippin', continue my trippin'

Hittin' my switches, collect from my #####es

The money that I make so I can add to my riches.

:gerkin:

 
Is the Dallas stop coming soon GBGM?
Meet me in Houston?
GM, you passing through Houston? :confused:
No, sadly our trip back via car got cancelled since my wife started a new job and can't take that much time off. :blackdot:
Not another nanny job, right? :unsure:
:lmao: No. She's owned her own photography business for a year and a half, but picked up a new gig this summer working for a photography company which pays pretty well, but doesn't offer 2 week paid vacations 2 months into the job. Jerks.
 
McJose said:
So one day Bill is walking by Franks"s barn and looks through a gap in the door and sees Frank in front of his old John Deere, doing a dance and slowly removes his pants, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt and tears it of, all while dancing around his old JD. Soon he is down to his longjohns and about to remove them when Bill can"t take it anymore, he walks in and asks Frank "what da heck ya doin?" Frank says " me and the old lady ain't been getting romantic much lately so went to a therapist and teh therapist said "Frank you need to do something romantic to a tractor."
Man, nobody ever comes to St. Louis.
I'm tempted to come there just to slap you.
:blackdot:
 
No. She's owned her own photography business for a year and a half, but picked up a new gig this summer working for a photography company which pays pretty well, but doesn't offer 2 week paid vacations 2 months into the job. Jerks.
Nice. PV is trying to get a photography thing going. Right now mostly side stuff.
 
These chips over spears people are :thumbup: .
Oh please, GBK4. You own all of the Hooters franchises and chips are all "my friends" tell me they serve.
Hold on here, wat?
She's rich and promised she'd buy the franchise in Mooresville, NC. I just projected things a smidge. My leap is logical, right?
I'm going to buy a Hooters franchise? Perhaps even all of them? I'd better get on that.
 
These chips over spears people are :hey: .
Oh please, GBK4. You own all of the Hooters franchises and chips are all "my friends" tell me they serve.
Hold on here, wat?
She's rich and promised she'd buy the franchise in Mooresville, NC. I just projected things a smidge. My leap is logical, right?
I'm going to buy a Hooters franchise? Perhaps even all of them? I'd better get on that.
Put your money to work, young lady.
 
There's a lot of smart people here and I'm not one of them.

So completely out of curiosity and with no intentions of financial gain, how do these people get away with this?

 
There's a lot of smart people here and I'm not one of them.

So completely out of curiosity and with no intentions of financial gain, how do these people get away with this?
They're selling a claim that will be identified in a specific registry. As long as they're actually recording the claim, which has no value, in the registry, which has no authority, they're doing exactly what they're saying they're doing. I could sell you a quitclaim deed to the White House, which actually transfers all of my right, title and interest in the property. It would be perfectly legal, as long as I don't represent to you that I actually have any right, title or interest in the White House.
 
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These chips over spears people are :goodposting: .
Oh please, GBK4. You own all of the Hooters franchises and chips are all "my friends" tell me they serve.
Hold on here, wat?
She's rich and promised she'd buy the franchise in Mooresville, NC. I just projected things a smidge. My leap is logical, right?
I'm going to buy a Hooters franchise? Perhaps even all of them? I'd better get on that.
Please make your first order of business the reopening of the location near my house. TIA.
 
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Still dipping, Brett?
In the process of hopefully my last quit. I'm back on Chantix with a month left and while I had a relapse a couple of weeks ago where I got one a day, I've been without it since Sunday. Next week starts my last month and while I've thought, "I'll have a last one" before starting that month, I've pretty much figured out that's ignorant.
 
I CANNOT wait for the Oregon/Stanford game tomorrow. Picking up one of my best friends tomorrow at the airport at 11:40am, after coaching Kellen's soccer game at 9am and watching Cooper's game at 10. I hope Cooter scores FOUR girls tomorrow.

My buddy Dean and I will try to dodge Oregon AND Oregon State traffic (I freaking hate it when the schedule Duck/Beaver home games on the same day within hours of each other. Traffic is Atlanta bad. Two slow, snaking lanes for NO FREAKING REASON AT ALL for 70 miles /rant) by bypassing 5 and taking lesser traveresed 99. We may or may not open up the sun roof and we may or may not put on Widespread Panic and we may or may not enjoy our slow crawl to Eugene.

With any luck, we'll check into our hotel (yes, there is a baby jeebus) by 3pm, throw the keys in the safe, crack some cold ones and begin our slow trek to the stadium. We'll hit bars and tailgaters on our way, tossing a small football along our journey. We'll get to our seats and yell and scream and chant and dance. I'll duck out 4 minutes before half time and run to the beer garden to beat the lines. I'll grab 2 beers at a time because I can't buy more and I'll cozy up to a table full of nice looking people by a TV that's showing, with any luck, ANOTHER game than the one we've all paid to see live. Perhaps one I've got a wager upon? Sometimes, I have to coax my new friends to let me tune 1 of the 48 TV's away from the Duck game and I'll offer them a beer or a toke or a joke.

I'll stumble back to my seats where Dean the hard core fan has refused to budge from and has never once sat down. He'll laugh at my red, squinty eyes and tell me all about what the Ducks did or didn't do in my absence. He'll ask about other scores and my bets and ask me for the 18th time what we want to do after the game, will we still want to go to the strip club? I'll high five the crowd and bemoan the wave. I'll order a black coffee at some point and probably attempt to bum a cigarette on the outside rail of the outer ring of the stadium. I'll plead with Dean to leave early if the games out of reach either way, but it won't be because this game will be one of the greatest games in PAC-10 History and will come down to the wire.

Stanford will win and I'll hate it as a fan. But as a gambler holding +7, I'll pay for my tickets and my room and my gas and my beer...well, maybe not my beer. But it's a big nut out on Stanford because I think they'll outclass and outplay and outlast the Ducks. I think their QB and their coach are the best in the nation right now.

Sunday, we'll wake up slow, hit an on campus bar and watch several NFL games at once before heading up I5, sans traffic, to Portland where we'll watch more football and slowly realize that the weekend is over and it's time to think about going back to work and that always sucks, but at least I'll come back to my love and with any groveling I might score some loving. Or at least a nice meal.

Like a kid on xmas eve, I am.

 
I CANNOT wait for the Oregon/Stanford game tomorrow. Picking up one of my best friends tomorrow at the airport at 11:40am, after coaching Kellen's soccer game at 9am and watching Cooper's game at 10. I hope Cooter scores FOUR girls tomorrow.My buddy Dean and I will try to dodge Oregon AND Oregon State traffic (I freaking hate it when the schedule Duck/Beaver home games on the same day within hours of each other. Traffic is Atlanta bad. Two slow, snaking lanes for NO FREAKING REASON AT ALL for 70 miles /rant) by bypassing 5 and taking lesser traveresed 99. We may or may not open up the sun roof and we may or may not put on Widespread Panic and we may or may not enjoy our slow crawl to Eugene.With any luck, we'll check into our hotel (yes, there is a baby jeebus) by 3pm, throw the keys in the safe, crack some cold ones and begin our slow trek to the stadium. We'll hit bars and tailgaters on our way, tossing a small football along our journey. We'll get to our seats and yell and scream and chant and dance. I'll duck out 4 minutes before half time and run to the beer garden to beat the lines. I'll grab 2 beers at a time because I can't buy more and I'll cozy up to a table full of nice looking people by a TV that's showing, with any luck, ANOTHER game than the one we've all paid to see live. Perhaps one I've got a wager upon? Sometimes, I have to coax my new friends to let me tune 1 of the 48 TV's away from the Duck game and I'll offer them a beer or a toke or a joke.I'll stumble back to my seats where Dean the hard core fan has refused to budge from and has never once sat down. He'll laugh at my red, squinty eyes and tell me all about what the Ducks did or didn't do in my absence. He'll ask about other scores and my bets and ask me for the 18th time what we want to do after the game, will we still want to go to the strip club? I'll high five the crowd and bemoan the wave. I'll order a black coffee at some point and probably attempt to bum a cigarette on the outside rail of the outer ring of the stadium. I'll plead with Dean to leave early if the games out of reach either way, but it won't be because this game will be one of the greatest games in PAC-10 History and will come down to the wire.Stanford will win and I'll hate it as a fan. But as a gambler holding +7, I'll pay for my tickets and my room and my gas and my beer...well, maybe not my beer. But it's a big nut out on Stanford because I think they'll outclass and outplay and outlast the Ducks. I think their QB and their coach are the best in the nation right now.Sunday, we'll wake up slow, hit an on campus bar and watch several NFL games at once before heading up I5, sans traffic, to Portland where we'll watch more football and slowly realize that the weekend is over and it's time to think about going back to work and that always sucks, but at least I'll come back to my love and with any groveling I might score some loving. Or at least a nice meal. Like a kid on xmas eve, I am.
As I'll be house painting all weekend, I envy you. Please tweet your day, TIA.Also, how do you feel about the o/u on the game? Saw it at 65 earlier in the week and it's now at 66.5. Two pretty potent offenses, but I don't know about 66.5....
 
I CANNOT wait for the Oregon/Stanford game tomorrow. Picking up one of my best friends tomorrow at the airport at 11:40am, after coaching Kellen's soccer game at 9am and watching Cooper's game at 10. I hope Cooter scores FOUR girls tomorrow.My buddy Dean and I will try to dodge Oregon AND Oregon State traffic (I freaking hate it when the schedule Duck/Beaver home games on the same day within hours of each other. Traffic is Atlanta bad. Two slow, snaking lanes for NO FREAKING REASON AT ALL for 70 miles /rant) by bypassing 5 and taking lesser traveresed 99. We may or may not open up the sun roof and we may or may not put on Widespread Panic and we may or may not enjoy our slow crawl to Eugene.With any luck, we'll check into our hotel (yes, there is a baby jeebus) by 3pm, throw the keys in the safe, crack some cold ones and begin our slow trek to the stadium. We'll hit bars and tailgaters on our way, tossing a small football along our journey. We'll get to our seats and yell and scream and chant and dance. I'll duck out 4 minutes before half time and run to the beer garden to beat the lines. I'll grab 2 beers at a time because I can't buy more and I'll cozy up to a table full of nice looking people by a TV that's showing, with any luck, ANOTHER game than the one we've all paid to see live. Perhaps one I've got a wager upon? Sometimes, I have to coax my new friends to let me tune 1 of the 48 TV's away from the Duck game and I'll offer them a beer or a toke or a joke.I'll stumble back to my seats where Dean the hard core fan has refused to budge from and has never once sat down. He'll laugh at my red, squinty eyes and tell me all about what the Ducks did or didn't do in my absence. He'll ask about other scores and my bets and ask me for the 18th time what we want to do after the game, will we still want to go to the strip club? I'll high five the crowd and bemoan the wave. I'll order a black coffee at some point and probably attempt to bum a cigarette on the outside rail of the outer ring of the stadium. I'll plead with Dean to leave early if the games out of reach either way, but it won't be because this game will be one of the greatest games in PAC-10 History and will come down to the wire.Stanford will win and I'll hate it as a fan. But as a gambler holding +7, I'll pay for my tickets and my room and my gas and my beer...well, maybe not my beer. But it's a big nut out on Stanford because I think they'll outclass and outplay and outlast the Ducks. I think their QB and their coach are the best in the nation right now.Sunday, we'll wake up slow, hit an on campus bar and watch several NFL games at once before heading up I5, sans traffic, to Portland where we'll watch more football and slowly realize that the weekend is over and it's time to think about going back to work and that always sucks, but at least I'll come back to my love and with any groveling I might score some loving. Or at least a nice meal. Like a kid on xmas eve, I am.
THIS SOUNDS AWESOMEHave to say I am totally jealous of people who get to party and tailgate and go to college football gamesI know Tre is getting to his tailgate at 7 AM< GM has outlined his plans, and Jeep is heading over to Bama.FlaAnd that's just off the top of my headSOOOO hard being a big college football fan in NYC, which is a college football black hole:mellow:
 
Going through a divorce can really friggin' suck, but days like today remind me why it was all worth it...

I've got my (4 y.o.) daughter tonight, in the morning we'll wake up, make breakfast and watch SportsCenter. Then it's off to gymnastics class (for her, not me) and then Falloween for the afternoon. After that, I drop the kid off with her mother and then saddle up to the bar at the local watering hole that requires the bartendresses to wear skimpy plaid skirts as I give my liver a run for it's money.

Life is good :ph34r:

 
Going through a divorce can really friggin' suck, but days like today remind me why it was all worth it...

I've got my (4 y.o.) daughter tonight, in the morning we'll wake up, make breakfast and watch SportsCenter. Then it's off to gymnastics class (for her, not me) and then Falloween for the afternoon. After that, I drop the kid off with her mother and then saddle up to the bar at the local watering hole that requires the bartendresses to wear skimpy plaid skirts as I give my liver a run for it's money.

Life is good :ph34r:
I was really hoping you would be doing cartwheels and tumbles while she sat on the bleachers playing Gameboy DS or whatever the kids are doing these days :thumbup:

 
Also, how do you feel about the o/u on the game? Saw it at 65 earlier in the week and it's now at 66.5. Two pretty potent offenses, but I don't know about 66.5....
I like the under in this. Not as much as I like Stanford and the points, but I do think this is going to fall under the total. Stanford will attempt to chew clock and should be able to establish long scoring drives. I can also see Stanford forcing many three and outs and turn overs from Oregon. I think home crowd will force Stanford to settle for FGs. Special teams are going to play a role.Stanford 34Oregon 28
 
Going through a divorce can really friggin' suck, but days like today remind me why it was all worth it...

I've got my (4 y.o.) daughter tonight, in the morning we'll wake up, make breakfast and watch SportsCenter. Then it's off to gymnastics class (for her, not me) and then Falloween for the afternoon. After that, I drop the kid off with her mother and then saddle up to the bar at the local watering hole that requires the bartendresses to wear skimpy plaid skirts as I give my liver a run for it's money.

Life is good :ph34r:
Sounds like an AWESOME day, Gus. Divorce is like a surgical procedure. The procedure itself is tedious and difficult, numbing and hurtful. After it's over, you have to recover and that takes awhile. Then you have to heal and recoup. Rehab is the path to success and it sounds like you're already there. It is really key to establish routine like you are doing. Make every night like this a special night - one that she count on having regularly. Plan your days with her in advance; at work at possible...think of it as a 'break'. Find things you two can do together. Sounds like you're already there.Have fun after you drop her off. It's pretty cool having designated nights off, huh! :thumbup:

 
Yep. We have to leave for Tuscaloosa about 10 hours in advance to find parking. Bloody Mary on the way and mostly beer all day. Flask into the game and home way late tonight or tomorrow morning.

Sometime during the day we will get some food which may or may involve fried dill pickle SPEARS.

Bama 27 Florida 20.

 

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