GM's thread about nothing (40 Viewers)

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Thanks all. Her passing was truly a relief and met with joy by many closest to her, myself included. It was time. She'd been through enough. F### cancer.

Sorry, CC. Very cool that you still have access to their love letters. I don't know that my parents ever exchanged any. That's a great way to honor their relationship and love for each other.

Yeah, the letters are awesome. We've known about them for years but respectfully never read them until this week. They go to the oldest daughter who wants to write a screenplay from them.

Trying to lighten heavy hearts. Is this joke worn out?

My intro:

In 1949 when my dad was courting my mom on the Jersey Shore, the Navy ordered him away on a two year deployment. Heartbroken, he asked her if she would write him all the time. She told him she would reply to every letter she received.

We can chuckle at her response, but it also gives us some insight about her. She was wise. She kept things simple. She did things right. Was this sailor serious? Then he would write, and she would reply.

A few hundred letters later, a love story unfolded. He was back in Jersey on a surprise visit. They were soon married. For 48 years they provided a pure example of two lives being one in the union of marriage. It’s impossible to discuss mom without including dad. I call him the finest man I’ve ever known. He’s been resting in peace since 1999... and that’s over now.

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[Good Posting Judge]

Seems like maybe I should leave behind more of a legacy than texts to my wife about what we're getting at the grocery store and emailed links to pornhubcommentsonstockphotos.tumblr.com.

 

[Abraham]

Seems like maybe I should leave behind more of a legacy than texts to my wife about what we're getting at the grocery store and emailed links to pornhubcommentsonstockphotos.tumblr.com.

I think you are undervaluing that legacy, good sir.

 

[Abraham]

Can we do Awau with flesh colored fabric in figure skating costumes? The polish chick skating now is quite fetching and looks like she's half naked. Except she's not.

Stupid flesh colored costume.

 

[Abraham]

EPL is rapidly rising in my sports viewing ranking.

vols football

Nba

NASCAR

MLB

NFL

EPL

College football

Golf with tiger competing

College hoops

Golf without tiger

 

[belljr]

cheyenne woods is kinda hot right

 

[T Bell]

Thanks all. Her passing was truly a relief and met with joy by many closest to her, myself included. It was time. She'd been through enough. F### cancer.

Sorry, CC. Very cool that you still have access to their love letters. I don't know that my parents ever exchanged any. That's a great way to honor their relationship and love for each other.

Yeah, the letters are awesome. We've known about them for years but respectfully never read them until this week. They go to the oldest daughter who wants to write a screenplay from them.

Trying to lighten heavy hearts. Is this joke worn out?

My intro:

In 1949 when my dad was courting my mom on the Jersey Shore, the Navy ordered him away on a two year deployment. Heartbroken, he asked her if she would write him all the time. She told him she would reply to every letter she received.

We can chuckle at her response, but it also gives us some insight about her. She was wise. She kept things simple. She did things right. Was this sailor serious? Then he would write, and she would reply.

A few hundred letters later, a love story unfolded. He was back in Jersey on a surprise visit. They were soon married. For 48 years they provided a pure example of two lives being one in the union of marriage. It’s impossible to discuss mom without including dad. I call him the finest man I’ve ever known. He’s been resting in peace since 1999... and that’s over now.

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Happened to me too.

 

[T Bell]

Seems like maybe I should leave behind more of a legacy than texts to my wife about what we're getting at the grocery store and emailed links to pornhubcommentsonstockphotos.tumblr.com.

Nah, it just means your offspring need to master powerpoint in time for your eulogy. Also, l hope the sanctuary has a movie screen they can use so they don't need to bring their own.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Seems like maybe I should leave behind more of a legacy than texts to my wife about what we're getting at the grocery store and emailed links to pornhubcommentsonstockphotos.tumblr.com.

ool

 

[-fish-]

Can we do Awau with flesh colored fabric in figure skating costumes? The polish chick skating now is quite fetching and looks like she's half naked. Except she's not.

Stupid flesh colored costume.

We'll sign a petition to do Awau with them.

 

[Ignoramus]

Let's talk about how the Jimtan chicks want to nail me again. That was good times. Would be nice if we could also get YSR's friend in the pink pants involved somehow. And AH from softball.

She just had a baby.

So we know she puts out.

 

[Homer J Simpson]

Thanks all. Her passing was truly a relief and met with joy by many closest to her, myself included. It was time. She'd been through enough. F### cancer.

Sorry, CC. Very cool that you still have access to their love letters. I don't know that my parents ever exchanged any. That's a great way to honor their relationship and love for each other.

Yeah, the letters are awesome. We've known about them for years but respectfully never read them until this week. They go to the oldest daughter who wants to write a screenplay from them.

Trying to lighten heavy hearts. Is this joke worn out?

My intro:

In 1949 when my dad was courting my mom on the Jersey Shore, the Navy ordered him away on a two year deployment. Heartbroken, he asked her if she would write him all the time. She told him she would reply to every letter she received.

We can chuckle at her response, but it also gives us some insight about her. She was wise. She kept things simple. She did things right. Was this sailor serious? Then he would write, and she would reply.

A few hundred letters later, a love story unfolded. He was back in Jersey on a surprise visit. They were soon married. For 48 years they provided a pure example of two lives being one in the union of marriage. It’s impossible to discuss mom without including dad. I call him the finest man I’ve ever known. He’s been resting in peace since 1999... and that’s over now.

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[Guster]

I'm reading a box of love letters written in 1949. He's a sailor deployed on the island of Kwajalein. She's a keypunch operator in New Jersey. They're my parents, resting in peace together forever. In two hours I eulogize my mom. I had a lot to say about hospice and the actively dying several days ago. In a PM I threatened to post it all here. I'm glad I didn't. Venting can be cathartic, but later it always reads like whining. I hate whining.

Even long lives of 87 seem too short. Hug your loved ones. Cherish time. Carry on.

Wow. Great story. Don't be a stranger.

Yuke's fever broke during the night. Operation Liverpunch back on.

Liverpool and Liverpunch

 

[General Malaise]

Thanks all. Her passing was truly a relief and met with joy by many closest to her, myself included. It was time. She'd been through enough. F### cancer.

Sorry, CC. Very cool that you still have access to their love letters. I don't know that my parents ever exchanged any. That's a great way to honor their relationship and love for each other.

Yeah, the letters are awesome. We've known about them for years but respectfully never read them until this week. They go to the oldest daughter who wants to write a screenplay from them.

Trying to lighten heavy hearts. Is this joke worn out?

My intro:

In 1949 when my dad was courting my mom on the Jersey Shore, the Navy ordered him away on a two year deployment. Heartbroken, he asked her if she would write him all the time. She told him she would reply to every letter she received.

We can chuckle at her response, but it also gives us some insight about her. She was wise. She kept things simple. She did things right. Was this sailor serious? Then he would write, and she would reply.

A few hundred letters later, a love story unfolded. He was back in Jersey on a surprise visit. They were soon married. For 48 years they provided a pure example of two lives being one in the union of marriage. It’s impossible to discuss mom without including dad. I call him the finest man I’ve ever known. He’s been resting in peace since 1999... and that’s over now.

 

[Tiger Fan]

It's Civil War gentlemen, the lines have been drawn. You all have Gen GM Lee so good luck.

Is this the 2014 version of "real life wearwolf"?

 

[Frostillicus]

Let's talk about how the Jimtan chicks want to nail me again. That was good times. Would be nice if we could also get YSR's friend in the pink pants involved somehow. And AH from softball.

She just had a baby.

WHAT???

Sorry buddy.

 

[Frostillicus]

Thanks all. Her passing was truly a relief and met with joy by many closest to her, myself included. It was time. She'd been through enough. F### cancer.

Sorry, CC. Very cool that you still have access to their love letters. I don't know that my parents ever exchanged any. That's a great way to honor their relationship and love for each other.

Yeah, the letters are awesome. We've known about them for years but respectfully never read them until this week. They go to the oldest daughter who wants to write a screenplay from them.

Trying to lighten heavy hearts. Is this joke worn out?

My intro:

In 1949 when my dad was courting my mom on the Jersey Shore, the Navy ordered him away on a two year deployment. Heartbroken, he asked her if she would write him all the time. She told him she would reply to every letter she received.

We can chuckle at her response, but it also gives us some insight about her. She was wise. She kept things simple. She did things right. Was this sailor serious? Then he would write, and she would reply.

A few hundred letters later, a love story unfolded. He was back in Jersey on a surprise visit. They were soon married. For 48 years they provided a pure example of two lives being one in the union of marriage. It’s impossible to discuss mom without including dad. I call him the finest man I’ve ever known. He’s been resting in peace since 1999... and that’s over now.

It's perfect.

 

[T Bell]

Thanks all. Her passing was truly a relief and met with joy by many closest to her, myself included. It was time. She'd been through enough. F### cancer.

Sorry, CC. Very cool that you still have access to their love letters. I don't know that my parents ever exchanged any. That's a great way to honor their relationship and love for each other.

Yeah, the letters are awesome. We've known about them for years but respectfully never read them until this week. They go to the oldest daughter who wants to write a screenplay from them.

Trying to lighten heavy hearts. Is this joke worn out?

My intro:

In 1949 when my dad was courting my mom on the Jersey Shore, the Navy ordered him away on a two year deployment. Heartbroken, he asked her if she would write him all the time. She told him she would reply to every letter she received.

We can chuckle at her response, but it also gives us some insight about her. She was wise. She kept things simple. She did things right. Was this sailor serious? Then he would write, and she would reply.

A few hundred letters later, a love story unfolded. He was back in Jersey on a surprise visit. They were soon married. For 48 years they provided a pure example of two lives being one in the union of marriage. It’s impossible to discuss mom without including dad. I call him the finest man I’ve ever known. He’s been resting in peace since 1999... and that’s over now.

It's perfect.

Don't listen to Frosty - he's a dickwad.

 

[Limp Ditka]

Awesome eulogy, CC! You have my condolences

 

[General Malaise]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the highlight reel, so there's that. But just another thing I suck at.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

So I'm a genius.

I go out for a run about an hour ago. On the way back I stop off at the 7-11 by my house to grab something to drink.

As I walk in I see my buddy Neal. I've known him for 25+ years. He lives about 1/2 a mile from where I do. I probably see him at one of the nearby stores at least once a month.

So he's at the counter paying for his stuff. I come up and say "Hey, assbag. What's going on?" and put out my hand to shake his.

It's not Neal.

In all fairness to myself this guy looked exactly like Neal. Exactly. He looked more like Neal that Neal's own brother does.

As soon as I realize that it isn't Neal I figure I should do what a normal person would do and say "Oh jeez. I'm so sorry. You look exactly like a buddy of mine. Wow, I feel stupid." Then maybe we'd have a quick laugh.

Oh, hell no. I decide I can play it off.

The guy looks confused as hell but shakes my hand. Obviously he's trying to figure out who the #### just called him an ### bag. I say "Well good to see you again, man. Sorry but I'm in a hurry." Then I quickly move over to the other side of the store by the drink cooler.

I'm thinking that if I just stand there for a minute and study the sports drinks really hard he'll shrug it off and just leave.

Nope.

He comes over. "I'm sorry but I'm still trying to remember your name." So here's my second chance to come clean. Of course that would be to easy.

Me: Oh, I'm Brian. We met at...damn...it was just a couple of months ago. Where was that?

Not Neal: Yeah I'm not sure either.

Me: I'm totally blanking on it too. I know I was there with my wife. Damn. Heh, I'm losing my memory. Nice to see you again though.

Not Neal: Yeah. Crazy. You take care.

Then he leaves.

What's the matter with me?

 

[Notorious T.R.E.]

Motherflippin NASCAR?

 

[mr roboto]

So I'm a genius.

I go out for a run about an hour ago. On the way back I stop off at the 7-11 by my house to grab something to drink.

As I walk in I see my buddy Neal. I've known him for 25+ years. He lives about 1/2 a mile from where I do. I probably see him at one of the nearby stores at least once a month.

So he's at the counter paying for his stuff. I come up and say "Hey, assbag. What's going on?" and put out my hand to shake his.

It's not Neal.

In all fairness to myself this guy looked exactly like Neal. Exactly. He looked more like Neal that Neal's own brother does.

As soon as I realize that it isn't Neal I figure I should do what a normal person would do and say "Oh jeez. I'm so sorry. You look exactly like a buddy of mine. Wow, I feel stupid." Then maybe we'd have a quick laugh.

Oh, hell no. I decide I can play it off.

The guy looks confused as hell but shakes my hand. Obviously he's trying to figure out who the #### just called him an ### bag. I say "Well good to see you again, man. Sorry but I'm in a hurry." Then I quickly move over to the other side of the store by the drink cooler.

I'm thinking that if I just stand there for a minute and study the sports drinks really hard he'll shrug it off and just leave.

Nope.

He comes over. "I'm sorry but I'm still trying to remember your name." So here's my second chance to come clean. Of course that would be to easy.

Me: Oh, I'm Brian. We met at...damn...it was just a couple of months ago. Where was that?

Not Neal: Yeah I'm not sure either.

Me: I'm totally blanking on it too. I know I was there with my wife. Damn. Heh, I'm losing my memory. Nice to see you again though.

Not Neal: Yeah. Crazy. You take care.

Then he leaves.

What's the matter with me?

####### awesomely awkward.

 

[T Bell]

So I'm a genius.

I go out for a run about an hour ago. On the way back I stop off at the 7-11 by my house to grab something to drink.

As I walk in I see my buddy Neal. I've known him for 25+ years. He lives about 1/2 a mile from where I do. I probably see him at one of the nearby stores at least once a month.

So he's at the counter paying for his stuff. I come up and say "Hey, assbag. What's going on?" and put out my hand to shake his.

It's not Neal.

In all fairness to myself this guy looked exactly like Neal. Exactly. He looked more like Neal that Neal's own brother does.

As soon as I realize that it isn't Neal I figure I should do what a normal person would do and say "Oh jeez. I'm so sorry. You look exactly like a buddy of mine. Wow, I feel stupid." Then maybe we'd have a quick laugh.

Oh, hell no. I decide I can play it off.

The guy looks confused as hell but shakes my hand. Obviously he's trying to figure out who the #### just called him an ### bag. I say "Well good to see you again, man. Sorry but I'm in a hurry." Then I quickly move over to the other side of the store by the drink cooler.

I'm thinking that if I just stand there for a minute and study the sports drinks really hard he'll shrug it off and just leave.

Nope.

He comes over. "I'm sorry but I'm still trying to remember your name." So here's my second chance to come clean. Of course that would be to easy.

Me: Oh, I'm Brian. We met at...damn...it was just a couple of months ago. Where was that?

Not Neal: Yeah I'm not sure either.

Me: I'm totally blanking on it too. I know I was there with my wife. Damn. Heh, I'm losing my memory. Nice to see you again though.

Not Neal: Yeah. Crazy. You take care.

Then he leaves.

What's the matter with me?

Holy ####!

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the highlight reel, so there's that. But just another thing I suck at.

You had the best line of the reel.

And you do have a voice for radio.

A face for radio as well.

 

[Guster]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the

You've got 2 minutes... That's what she said

 

[Guster]

So I'm a genius.

I go out for a run about an hour ago. On the way back I stop off at the 7-11 by my house to grab something to drink.

As I walk in I see my buddy Neal. I've known him for 25+ years. He lives about 1/2 a mile from where I do. I probably see him at one of the nearby stores at least once a month.

So he's at the counter paying for his stuff. I come up and say "Hey, assbag. What's going on?" and put out my hand to shake his.

It's not Neal.

In all fairness to myself this guy looked exactly like Neal. Exactly. He looked more like Neal that Neal's own brother does.

As soon as I realize that it isn't Neal I figure I should do what a normal person would do and say "Oh jeez. I'm so sorry. You look exactly like a buddy of mine. Wow, I feel stupid." Then maybe we'd have a quick laugh.

Oh, hell no. I decide I can play it off.

The guy looks confused as hell but shakes my hand. Obviously he's trying to figure out who the #### just called him an ### bag. I say "Well good to see you again, man. Sorry but I'm in a hurry." Then I quickly move over to the other side of the store by the drink cooler.

I'm thinking that if I just stand there for a minute and study the sports drinks really hard he'll shrug it off and just leave.

Nope.

He comes over. "I'm sorry but I'm still trying to remember your name." So here's my second chance to come clean. Of course that would be to easy.

Me: Oh, I'm Brian. We met at...damn...it was just a couple of months ago. Where was that?

Not Neal: Yeah I'm not sure either.

Me: I'm totally blanking on it too. I know I was there with my wife. Damn. Heh, I'm losing my memory. Nice to see you again though.

Not Neal: Yeah. Crazy. You take care.

Then he leaves.

What's the matter with me?

This is great... Well played

 

[Tiger Fan]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the highlight reel, so there's that. But just another thing I suck at.

At least you used a new joke

 

[Tiger Fan]

Part of me wishes that YSR stood for "Young Sir Robin" and was BSR and Mrs. BSR's kid

 

[Tiger Fan]

GM definitely does have a solid radio voice

There's always podcasting GB

 

[Leeroy Jenkins]

Did not Neal tell you his name?

 

[Tecumseh]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the highlight reel, so there's that. But just another thing I suck at.

"That's what she said."

 

[belljr]

were you the dude in the hat?

jk

 

[belljr]

So I'm a genius.

I go out for a run about an hour ago. On the way back I stop off at the 7-11 by my house to grab something to drink.

As I walk in I see my buddy Neal. I've known him for 25+ years. He lives about 1/2 a mile from where I do. I probably see him at one of the nearby stores at least once a month.

So he's at the counter paying for his stuff. I come up and say "Hey, assbag. What's going on?" and put out my hand to shake his.

It's not Neal.

In all fairness to myself this guy looked exactly like Neal. Exactly. He looked more like Neal that Neal's own brother does.

As soon as I realize that it isn't Neal I figure I should do what a normal person would do and say "Oh jeez. I'm so sorry. You look exactly like a buddy of mine. Wow, I feel stupid." Then maybe we'd have a quick laugh.

Oh, hell no. I decide I can play it off.

The guy looks confused as hell but shakes my hand. Obviously he's trying to figure out who the #### just called him an ### bag. I say "Well good to see you again, man. Sorry but I'm in a hurry." Then I quickly move over to the other side of the store by the drink cooler.

I'm thinking that if I just stand there for a minute and study the sports drinks really hard he'll shrug it off and just leave.

Nope.

He comes over. "I'm sorry but I'm still trying to remember your name." So here's my second chance to come clean. Of course that would be to easy.

Me: Oh, I'm Brian. We met at...damn...it was just a couple of months ago. Where was that?

Not Neal: Yeah I'm not sure either.

Me: I'm totally blanking on it too. I know I was there with my wife. Damn. Heh, I'm losing my memory. Nice to see you again though.

Not Neal: Yeah. Crazy. You take care.

Then he leaves.

What's the matter with me?

i like how it bugged him too

 

[Homer J Simpson]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Did not Neal tell you his name?

Yeah. "Brendan".

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the

See if this works

 

[Homer J Simpson]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the

 

[T Bell]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

My son comes home a minute ago.

I tell him "Hey come over here and watch this video. This sports radio station in Portland had a contest to find a new host."

My kid says "Is it that backwards hat guy?"

The Rudnicki legend spans all generations and an entire continent.

 

[T Bell]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the highlight reel, so there's that. But just another thing I suck at.

It's ok, GM. Just go to Trader Joe's where your bretheren can rally around you in support.

 

[General Malaise]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the

Thanks fellas

 

[Guster]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Sports Radio dream over. Not a semi-finalist. I did get on the highlight reel, so there's that. But just another thing I suck at.

It's ok, GM. Just go to Trader Joe's where your bretheren can rally around you in support.

That just broke my mind.

 

[mr roboto]

My diet today has consisted of 4 pancakes with jelly, 1/2 of my daughter's grilled cheese dipped in ketchup and sriracha, about 1/3 of a bag of Archer Farms jalapeño potato chips, and I just put a Kashi frozen pizza in the oven after drinking 2 beers.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

My diet today has consisted of 4 pancakes with jelly, 1/2 of my daughter's grilled cheese dipped in ketchup and sriracha, about 1/3 of a bag of Archer Farms jalapeño potato chips, and I just put a Kashi frozen pizza in the oven after drinking 2 beers.

Go step in a bear trap.

 

[mr roboto]

My diet today has consisted of 4 pancakes with jelly, 1/2 of my daughter's grilled cheese dipped in ketchup and sriracha, about 1/3 of a bag of Archer Farms jalapeño potato chips, and I just put a Kashi frozen pizza in the oven after drinking 2 beers.

Go step in a bear trap.

Don't be jealous of me GB. You are a better man than I for eating actual, nutritious food.

 

[mr roboto]

I'm going to put some jalapeño chips on the pizza. And crack a 3rd beer.

 

[Frostillicus]

Thanks all. Her passing was truly a relief and met with joy by many closest to her, myself included. It was time. She'd been through enough. F### cancer.

Sorry, CC. Very cool that you still have access to their love letters. I don't know that my parents ever exchanged any. That's a great way to honor their relationship and love for each other.

Yeah, the letters are awesome. We've known about them for years but respectfully never read them until this week. They go to the oldest daughter who wants to write a screenplay from them.

Trying to lighten heavy hearts. Is this joke worn out?

My intro:

In 1949 when my dad was courting my mom on the Jersey Shore, the Navy ordered him away on a two year deployment. Heartbroken, he asked her if she would write him all the time. She told him she would reply to every letter she received.

We can chuckle at her response, but it also gives us some insight about her. She was wise. She kept things simple. She did things right. Was this sailor serious? Then he would write, and she would reply.

A few hundred letters later, a love story unfolded. He was back in Jersey on a surprise visit. They were soon married. For 48 years they provided a pure example of two lives being one in the union of marriage. It’s impossible to discuss mom without including dad. I call him the finest man I’ve ever known. He’s been resting in peace since 1999... and that’s over now.

It's perfect.

Don't listen to Frosty - he's a dickwad.

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[Ignoramus]

Motherflippin NASCAR?

Wtf, Abe?