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Is being diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer basically a death sentence? I have a buddy who just found out last week that he has Stage 4 cancer in his brain and lungs. Haven't seen him much over the last couple years since he moved. One of the funniest guys I've ever met, though he's one of those guys that if he wasn't your friend, you'd absolutely hate him. He's been using steroids for almost 20 years now, he's divorced twice and has cheated on every girlfriend and wife he's ever had. He also has 2 kids with different mothers, 1 of those kids came from a one night stand when he was 20 and that kid is now 17 and just had a kid with his girlfriend, so my buddy who is 38 years old is also a grandfather. For a while he was body builder and a male stripper, which is why he first got into steroids, but even though hasn't been into body building or stripping for years now, he still would use steroids because he could stand seeing his body get smaller. I can't really think of many endearing qualities he possesses other than the fact that he has always been incredibly loyal to his friends (I can't even count how many fights he got into standing up for his friends) and he was truly hilarious. He told me he's gonna beat the **** out of cancer and survive. But from everything I've heard I think Stage 4 means that the end is near. Also, has there ever been any medical evidence to support that prolonged steroid use can cause cancer?
:( Sorry to hear this GB.
Zooks - Old Melly Scupper and I had a mutual friend named Don Constable, who was a hedge fund manager out of the Twin Cities. One of the nicest guys I've ever known in my life and I considered myself very fortunate to be his friend. I went ice fishing with him twice; the first time Don essentially saved my hide after I wrecked a snowmobile in the dead of night on a frozen lake after too many pops in temperatures that froze my soul. He was like Han Solo coming to my rescue on planet Hoth...only in pitch darkness and no cool monsters.Anyhow, Don was diagnosed with Stage IV Lung Cancer in the spring of 2005. It was a complete shock. He had never smoked and drank in moderation (unless he was with me). I didn't know what that meant, but was terrified when I looked up the stats. People with Stage IV lung cancer have a 2-3% chance of making it 5 years (or some grim statistic that made me cringe). Don had access to the best doctors at The Mayo Clinic. He had plenty of money and access to top facilities. But he only made it a full year. He fought hard, but in the end, he died in his late 40s, leaving behind a wife and 4 kids. So, I'm sorry to hear about your friend. I hope he does beat it. I don't know enough about steroids to comment on their association with cancer, but I would think it probably worked against him. Just be there for him as best you can. Make him laugh and don't be afraid to write him and let him know how you feel about him and what he's meant to you. I did that with Don...emailed him what I felt, talked to him as often as I could and still booked sports bets between us as we always had. Sorry, GB.
You sure do have a way with words Mr. Malaise. Sorry to hear about your friend too GB. :(
 
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After the tragic loss of his mother, T. J. (Devin Brochu) and his pill popping father (Rainn Wilson) are forced to live with T. J.'s elderly grandmother (Piper Laurie). A young man with a troubled past named Hesher (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) assumes the role of both mentor and tormentor, leading T. J. into troubles he could never have imagined. A young grocery clerk named Nicole (Natalie Portman) steps in to protect T. J., and becomes the object of T. J.'s fantasies, while Hesher moves into Grandma's home. Although uninvited, he is somehow accepted. :mellow:
Sounds like a pretty good cast.
 
After the tragic loss of his mother, T. J. (Devin Brochu) and his pill popping father (Rainn Wilson) are forced to live with T. J.'s elderly grandmother (Piper Laurie). A young man with a troubled past named Hesher (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) assumes the role of both mentor and tormentor, leading T. J. into troubles he could never have imagined. A young grocery clerk named Nicole (Natalie Portman) steps in to protect T. J., and becomes the object of T. J.'s fantasies, while Hesher moves into Grandma's home. Although uninvited, he is somehow accepted. :mellow:
Sounds like a pretty good cast.
I finally saw most of Zombieland over the weekend. The movie kinda sucked but Emma Stone looked good as a brunette. I think I prefer her as a brunette.
 
anybody know how to build a website?
Colin/Abraham built our current company website. He did a nice job and was very reasonable.
Our site just needs a homepage and that's it...maybe some direct links to pron as a hidden bonus. :unsure:Also heard of some website where you can let people bid on jobs like this. My BIL had some guy from Italy bid on his webpage and the guy did it for like $100 USD. What could possibly go wrong? :mellow:
 
anybody know how to build a website?
Colin/Abraham built our current company website. He did a nice job and was very reasonable.
Our site just needs a homepage and that's it...maybe some direct links to pron as a hidden bonus. :unsure:Also heard of some website where you can let people bid on jobs like this. My BIL had some guy from Italy bid on his webpage and the guy did it for like $100 USD. What could possibly go wrong? :mellow:
He did a home page & some sub pages for us. I think I gave him $150-$175. There's a link in my e-mail.
 
After the tragic loss of his mother, T. J. (Devin Brochu) and his pill popping father (Rainn Wilson) are forced to live with T. J.'s elderly grandmother (Piper Laurie). A young man with a troubled past named Hesher (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) assumes the role of both mentor and tormentor, leading T. J. into troubles he could never have imagined. A young grocery clerk named Nicole (Natalie Portman) steps in to protect T. J., and becomes the object of T. J.'s fantasies, while Hesher moves into Grandma's home. Although uninvited, he is somehow accepted. :mellow:
Sounds like a pretty good cast.
I finally saw most of Zombieland over the weekend. The movie kinda sucked but Emma Stone looked good as a brunette. I think I prefer her as a brunette.
She's good as a brunette or a redhead. This new blonde thing is really killing my boner.
 
Mrs. SLB and myself watched Drowning Mona via Netflix streaming Saturday night. I don't think we have seen it in 10+ years but holy crap is it funny. I haven't laughed that hard at a movie in a long time. Of course I may have been a little high.

 
So I worked today after drinking like a Viking last night...fell asleep around 6:30 or 7. Woke up at 9:30 and went to the bar around 11:30.

Felt great for a while, but everything kind of hit me about 2 o'clock. I seriously felt like I was gonna die. Sitting on a bar stool and #####ing at every d-bag that made me get off myass. I needed booze and I needed some get-up-and-go, so I started sucking down Stoli and Red Bulls like crazy. Then theres the endless shots that were consumed...along with a Wozload of beers.

So when I was finally done with everything around 7:30, I was discussing my day's consumption with a couple of regulars. I said I probably had a third of a bottle of vodka, maybe half, and they flat-out didn't believe me. So I had the bartender grab the Stoli bottle, and let's be clear that no on else was drinking Stoli all day. There wasn't even two inches in that friggin bottle. Even Homer was absolutely floored.

Long story less long, I really need to stop drinking. Srsly, I've had a bottle of vodka and about ten beers at this point. And I'm still drinking and typing on an iPhone somewhat coherently.

And I'm pretty sure I'm going back out. :bag:

 
Dope: Pretty, but she looks like she'd be hairy.
Who is that? I never heard of her. How do you guys know who all these people are?
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:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: Very fair...I do that a lot. Guilty as charged. Mea Culpa.

And no, I didn't know who she was, so I looked her up on Wiki. She was on the L show on Showtime I think. Good looking gal. But the look-up offered me no clues to what she's trying to say. Best I can tell, she likes the show True Blood, which I find deplorable.

 
So I worked today after drinking like a Viking last night...fell asleep around 6:30 or 7. Woke up at 9:30 and went to the bar around 11:30. Felt great for a while, but everything kind of hit me about 2 o'clock. I seriously felt like I was gonna die. Sitting on a bar stool and #####ing at every d-bag that made me get off myass. I needed booze and I needed some get-up-and-go, so I started sucking down Stoli and Red Bulls like crazy. Then theres the endless shots that were consumed...along with a Wozload of beers. So when I was finally done with everything around 7:30, I was discussing my day's consumption with a couple of regulars. I said I probably had a third of a bottle of vodka, maybe half, and they flat-out didn't believe me. So I had the bartender grab the Stoli bottle, and let's be clear that no on else was drinking Stoli all day. There wasn't even two inches in that friggin bottle. Even Homer was absolutely floored. Long story less long, I really need to stop drinking. Srsly, I've had a bottle of vodka and about ten beers at this point. And I'm still drinking and typing on an iPhone somewhat coherently. And I'm pretty sure I'm going back out. :bag:
I think what you need to do is fly out to Oregon and dry out a little with me. I think I can get us some acid and a Winnebego (sp?). We can recreate a scene from Entourage if you like. :thumbup:
 
I would find it fascinating if a weekend-long bender with a hangover was the "rock bottom" that got you to quit drinking, while Destiney :lol: made your highlight reel.

 
Bought a 6-pack of Landshark Lager as it was on sale at Rite Aid. Wasn't really in the mood for more macro-brew (sucked down a 12 pack of Coors Yellow Bellies camping) and wasn't really in the mood for heavy micro-brew (sucked down 9 of those on Friday before going into Wamic to buy Coors) so I bought this Landshark, not knowing what to expect. It's not bad. It's better with a lemon wedge. I finally caved to see where this beer is from and look at that - it's from St. Louis! :thumbup:

Better than Budweiser?

 
So I worked today after drinking like a Viking last night...fell asleep around 6:30 or 7. Woke up at 9:30 and went to the bar around 11:30.

Felt great for a while, but everything kind of hit me about 2 o'clock. I seriously felt like I was gonna die. Sitting on a bar stool and #####ing at every d-bag that made me get off myass. I needed booze and I needed some get-up-and-go, so I started sucking down Stoli and Red Bulls like crazy. Then theres the endless shots that were consumed...along with a Wozload of beers.

So when I was finally done with everything around 7:30, I was discussing my day's consumption with a couple of regulars. I said I probably had a third of a bottle of vodka, maybe half, and they flat-out didn't believe me. So I had the bartender grab the Stoli bottle, and let's be clear that no on else was drinking Stoli all day. There wasn't even two inches in that friggin bottle. Even Homer was absolutely floored.



Long story less long, I really need to stop drinking. Srsly, I've had a bottle of vodka and about ten beers at this point. And I'm still drinking and typing on an iPhone somewhat coherently.

And I'm pretty sure I'm going back out. :bag:
I hear you GB. I drank A LOT of vodka yesterday. So much that I was up all night puking. I can't remember the last time I got sick from drinking but my throat still feels like I was gargling hot lava.
 
Bought a 6-pack of Landshark Lager as it was on sale at Rite Aid. Wasn't really in the mood for more macro-brew (sucked down a 12 pack of Coors Yellow Bellies camping) and wasn't really in the mood for heavy micro-brew (sucked down 9 of those on Friday before going into Wamic to buy Coors) so I bought this Landshark, not knowing what to expect. It's not bad. It's better with a lemon wedge. I finally caved to see where this beer is from and look at that - it's from St. Louis! :thumbup:

Better than Budweiser?
We have all kinds of breweries here that aren't Anheuser-Busch. A whole lot of people have switched to Schlafly after Busch III stabbed us in the heart.
 
A Nalgene bottle has just enough tint to enable me to pass off white wine as water. This is helpful when mowing the lawn is on my to-do list and I need to hop on the ole riding lawn mower during happy hour.
Why would anyone care if you were drinking wine while mowing?
 
A Nalgene bottle has just enough tint to enable me to pass off white wine as water. This is helpful when mowing the lawn is on my to-do list and I need to hop on the ole riding lawn mower during happy hour.
Why would anyone care if you were drinking wine while mowing?
Part of the whole "Southern Debutant" brain washing she's endured.Also, when was the last time you enjoyed a glass of wine with a mow?
 
About to drive 45 minutes to a casino to play some craps.

I can't afford it, and I probably shouldn't drive. But at least I packed about 10 beers in a coolr with enough ice to enjoy a fer on the way home even if I'm there til 5 am.

The effect that alcohol has on my decision-making is profound.

 
About to drive 45 minutes to a casino to play some craps.I can't afford it, and I probably shouldn't drive. But at least I packed about 10 beers in a coolr with enough ice to enjoy a fer on the way home even if I'm there til 5 am. The effect that alcohol has on my decision-making is profound.
Dude, don't drive.
 
About to drive 45 minutes to a casino to play some craps.I can't afford it, and I probably shouldn't drive. But at least I packed about 10 beers in a coolr with enough ice to enjoy a fer on the way home even if I'm there til 5 am. The effect that alcohol has on my decision-making is profound.
Dude, don't drive.
:goodposting:
:goodposting: :goodposting:And think about this, BOB is telling you not to drive. I'm not exactly known for making good decisions about this kind of stuff.
 
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About to drive 45 minutes to a casino to play some craps.I can't afford it, and I probably shouldn't drive. But at least I packed about 10 beers in a coolr with enough ice to enjoy a fer on the way home even if I'm there til 5 am. The effect that alcohol has on my decision-making is profound.
last words? dont drive if you feel you shouldnt
 
Oh, like you knew who that broad was. Please. :rolleyes:
Quite the sensitive one today. By the way, any time I'm in a bad mood or feeling down, I just think of this post. Probably the funniest thing ever written here.
Did you know who that chick was or not? Easy question. It's not like I asked you the circumference of a medium pizza.And I still don't quite know what I'm supposed to do with that Colts' shaped sex toy.

 
About to drive 45 minutes to a casino to play some craps.I can't afford it, and I probably shouldn't drive. But at least I packed about 10 beers in a coolr with enough ice to enjoy a fer on the way home even if I'm there til 5 am. The effect that alcohol has on my decision-making is profound.
Dude, don't drive.
:goodposting:
:goodposting: :goodposting:And think about this, BOB is telling you not to drive. I'm not exactly known for making good decisions about this kind of stuff.
Yeah. I'm going to have to agree here. At a bare minimum don't bring the cooler.
 
Oh, like you knew who that broad was. Please. :rolleyes:
Quite the sensitive one today. By the way, any time I'm in a bad mood or feeling down, I just think of this post. Probably the funniest thing ever written here.
Did you know who that chick was or not? Easy question. It's not like I asked you the circumference of a medium pizza.And I still don't quite know what I'm supposed to do with that Colts' shaped sex toy.
One end goes in against her g-spot, the other on her fun button. You then go about fake baby making. I may have bought one and Mrs. SLB may love it and it may take some serious finagling to use as instructed.
 
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About to drive 45 minutes to a casino to play some craps.I can't afford it, and I probably shouldn't drive. But at least I packed about 10 beers in a coolr with enough ice to enjoy a fer on the way home even if I'm there til 5 am. The effect that alcohol has on my decision-making is profound.
Dude, don't drive.
I agree with this guy, which is rare.Lotta bad things can happen to you tonight...can't really think of anything good that's going to come of this.
 
Did you know who that chick was or not?
Of course not. Why?
Dope: Breakfast burritos >>>>> pancakes #CampingwithForrst
I must have missed something, but let me go on record as saying: Any breakfast food >>>>> pancakes. #truth
I'm in a very small minority that doesn't regularly eat pancakes, which was odd to me. I never once saw my father eat a pancake. I haven't had one in a long time. I don't like the taste of syrup. Too sweet. I don't like cake frosting much either. They taste about the same to me. Just sickening sweet. I haven't craved sweets for breakfast since I was sitting around in homemade Underroos watching bad cartoons, quietly cursing my parents for never buying sugary cereal and refusing to get cable.I might need more therapy. :unsure:
 
Oh, like you knew who that broad was. Please. :rolleyes:
Quite the sensitive one today. By the way, any time I'm in a bad mood or feeling down, I just think of this post. Probably the funniest thing ever written here.
Did you know who that chick was or not? Easy question. It's not like I asked you the circumference of a medium pizza.And I still don't quite know what I'm supposed to do with that Colts' shaped sex toy.
One end goes in against her g-spot, the other on her fun button. You then go about fake baby making. I may have bought one and Mrs. SLB may love it and it may take some serious finagling to use as instructed.
Every girl I've ever had sex with has told me 'not to worry' about her G-spot. :unsure:
 

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