GM's thread about nothing (51 Viewers)

[shuke]

I'm sure there's a Grateful Dead concert you old ######s can go cornhole at.

Arcade Fire was great. Stu and Buck.

Can't I like both?

 

[shuke]

I figured out why Cos isn't around as often. Been too busy recruiting nice looking (and presumably brilliant) doctors and yogaticians to work with him at the new Austin Health Retreat.

I don't remember approving that color scheme.

 

[shuke]

Skip one letter, make up for it by capitalizing the next one.

 

[T Bell]

how can you criticize a band that features a lead singer named...Win...

easy...they suck, and their music is awful.

It sounds way overproduced. It's a bunch of try-too-hard Molson-swilling Frenchies.

I'm sure there's plenty of Hanson CDs out there for you guys to listen to.

If you have to go that far down into the barrel to find a clearly inferior band to insult me with, that kinda says it all, doesn't it?

 

[shuke]

Why do so many facebook posts today have the letters "TBT" in them and what does that mean?

You may have seen my sister post this.

 

[T Bell]

Why do so many facebook posts today have the letters "TBT" in them and what does that mean?

You may have seen my sister post this.

Bobbleheads?

 

[shuke]

Oh, happy Spring Break, futtbuckers. Just about to crack beer #1.

On the not-so-lighter side: Found out a couple days ago that my former assistant supernintendo passed away after fighting the ever-loving #### out of melanoma (he was 66). Rick was the guy who hired me for the job I still have today. One of the smartest people I've ever met and just a solid guy.

His funeral is tomorrow afternoon.

Sorry, dude.

 

[shuke]

WTG Chip (dead ringer for Jim Norton)

OMG what is this? Is there more of this guy?

 

[T Bell]

Oh and one more thing about Dr. Rick and then I'm done. Dude was intellectual as hell. He also wasn't exactly studly looking. Maybe 5'8 and 160lbs. Coke bottle glasses, bushy mustache, hint of a comb-over. Looked like the ******* love-child of Groucho, Mario, and Gavin McCleod. It wasn't until I'd worked in the district for a couple of years that I found out dude could bench like 295. No shtick. Guy could throw steel around like Krista throws around deeds.

Sounds like a cool dude, a rare trait for an administrator. (My mom, as I said, was a teacher for years. She was excellent, and detested the politicized admins who were removed, both literally and figuratively, from the realities of the classroom. Funny thing was, she could have been a good one, but just loved to teach.)

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

WTG Chip (dead ringer for Jim Norton)

OMG what is this? Is there more of this guy?

There is more but the guy who was supposed to post them died of anal bleeding.

 

[Otis]

Oh, happy Spring Break, futtbuckers. Just about to crack beer #1.

On the not-so-lighter side: Found out a couple days ago that my former assistant supernintendo passed away after fighting the ever-loving #### out of melanoma (he was 66). Rick was the guy who hired me for the job I still have today. One of the smartest people I've ever met and just a solid guy.

His funeral is tomorrow afternoon.

T&P to your Gb.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

 

[Thorn]

I care very little about the needs of the irrational

guess what they still have them

 

[Thorn]

Oh, happy Spring Break, futtbuckers. Just about to crack beer #1.

On the not-so-lighter side: Found out a couple days ago that my former assistant supernintendo passed away after fighting the ever-loving #### out of melanoma (he was 66). Rick was the guy who hired me for the job I still have today. One of the smartest people I've ever met and just a solid guy.

His funeral is tomorrow afternoon.

Sorry GB. 66 is much too young.

 

[T Bell]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

This is the alcohol version of the "Oops, ####" story. Don't try to play it off like it ain't.

 

[kevzilla]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

 

[shuke]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

 

[bentley]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Which bar? There is more than one in Austin.

 

[Thorn]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Which bar? There is more than one in Austin.

confirmed

 

[shuke]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Cool River?

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

 

[Thorn]

shuke i hope you take chet's money tonight

 

[bentley]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Cool River?

Sadly, that place is closed. I think Steiner Ranch steakhouse is where they mostly hang out now.

 

[Thorn]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

If you PM me your address I will send you a box o vodka

 

[kevzilla]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Cool River?

Too classy. Stompin' Grounds on Anderson Mill.

 

[Abraham]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Cool River?

Sadly, it is closed. In my younger days I had a lot of success there including a woman born in the 50's and a woman 60's in the same weekend.

 

[Thorn]

in the good old days, the drunk thread was linked in the first post

 

[Homer J Simpson]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.

 

[Homer J Simpson]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Cool River?

Sadly, it is closed. In my younger days I had a lot of success there including a woman born in the 50's and a woman 60's in the same weekend.

 

[Binky The Doormat]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.

Hemingway-ish.

 

[Abraham]

So what!?!?

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.

where is froggy!?!

 

[T Bell]

Kinda cougar-y in the bar tonight. Young, studly cowboy band really draws them in.

Cool River?

Sadly, that place is closed. I think Steiner Ranch steakhouse is where they mostly hang out now.

"Hey, where the recently-separated women at?"

 

[strykerpks]

WTG Chip (dead ringer for Jim Norton)

Fat cat fail

BTW, that is Jim Norton.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.

Hemingway-ish.

Nick needed vodka. Vodka was needed. Nick looked at the one bottle that was there. It was vodka from New Orleans. It was not his first choice. It smelled of cake and happiness. The bottle was round and clean and colorful. Nick looked at the bottle. He smelled the liquor. It was fine and strong.

"This is good" thought Nick as he grasped the bottle. It felt heavy. There was a certain comfort in the weight of the bottle. It was good and fine and strong.

Nick unscrewed the cap like a sailor who was not ready to leave the sea would release the anchor chain. He pause for just a moment. "This is the what I have come to", he thought. The lip of the bottle was cold but Nick knew that would only be momentary just like the kiss he had exchanged with Anna on that cool, bleak night in Andalusia.

 

[Frostillicus]

I can't read no more. Love you all.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

I can't read

no ####

 

[T Bell]

I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.

What's all this now?

We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.

Hemingway-ish.

Nick needed vodka. Vodka was needed. Nick looked at the one bottle that was there. It was vodka from New Orleans. It was not his first choice. It smelled of cake and happiness. The bottle was round and clean and colorful. Nick looked at the bottle. He smelled the liquor. It was fine and strong.

"This is good" thought Nick as he grasped the bottle. It felt heavy. There was a certain comfort in the weight of the bottle. It was good and fine and strong.

Nick unscrewed the cap like a sailor who was not ready to leave the sea would release the anchor chain. He pause for just a moment. "This is the what I have come to", he thought. The lip of the bottle was cold but Nick knew that would only be momentary just like the kiss he had exchanged with Anna on that cool, bleak night in Andalusia.

 

[Good Posting Judge]

More Chip...tss: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8Cvq-8Q0Bw

 

[strykerpks]

in the good old days, the drunk thread was linked in the first post

Bumped for you GB

 

[Thorn]

it's been a rough night

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

WTG Chip (dead ringer for Jim Norton)

Fat cat fail

BTW, that is Jim Norton.

link

 

[strykerpks]

WTG Chip (dead ringer for Jim Norton)

Fat cat fail

BTW, that is Jim Norton.

link

Kinda looks like Sherlock Holmes

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

If anyone is interested I do the best Kerouac ever.

AFK for Devils Tampons

 

[Abraham]

I can't read

no ####

I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way.

Show them all the beauty they possess inside.

 

[strykerpks]

I can't read

no ####

I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way.

Show them all the beauty they possess inside.

SEXUAL CHOCOLATE!!!

:dropsmic:

 

[kevzilla]

I chatted up one of the cougars, but she was sooo drunk. Had the attention span of a cocker spaniel. Now home watching a blaxploitation film...Detroit 9000.

 

[cosjobs]

No. She should be happy her doctor is more concerned about her health than her irrational fears. Biopsy shouldn't be put off.

I agree that biopsy shouldn't be put off, but what happened to having control over our own bodies?

Depends

 

[AhrnCityPahnder]

Hi friends,

gonna need some Clifton's notes for the past 380 pages of this thread.

 

[Thorn]

Hi friends,

gonna need some Clifton's notes for the past 380 pages of this thread.

hi gb!