I told you this was going to be a ride!

[osfan83]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it

[Leitch]

How will it taste?

them and spun them round, caught them, and let
ground. Jack looked up in despair. The vast bulk of the infuriated
out, he begged her to remain with him.
which he wore to-day in honor of the celebration, in place of his
lady. 'I could hardly go on with the service when I saw them
fox's lair--and ended there.
learned to walk. The child was sitting on the floor at her mother's
was much more agreeable than his companion expected. There was
"The white men have gone," he gasped.

[Leitch]

Screw Flanders Screw Flanders Screw Flanders

[TGO]

But skip, I've got nine homeruns today!

[srh523]

Best speech ever!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO4tIrjBDkk

[Hank Scorpio]

But skip, I've got nine homeruns today!

Mattingly!!!!!!! I told you to SHAVE those sideburns!!!!!!!!

[Migrant Redbird]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it

These posts bear a remarkable resemblance to the text in the bodies of the junk email that slips through our email gateway filter at work. So now I know where it's all coming from. That makes two new things I've learned today, but I've forgotten what the other ones were.

[TGO]

Mattingly!!!!!!! I told you to SHAVE those sideburns!!!!!!!!

Sir I don't think you know what sideburns are.

[DoobyDoo]

Woozle Wozzle

[theonestevewh]

My fellow Americans, it is with great honor that I participate in this, the most pointless of Orioles Hangout threads. I do so knowing full well that many fellow Americans might respond with a random statement that has no ramifications to the Orioles or to baseball. America is the land of randomness, one day you're here, the next you're getting dragged away by the police as you yell for Mommy! It's with great resolve that I hereby close my most pointless of posts in hopes that many, many fellow Americans will follow my actions. God bless America.

[osfan83]

But skip, I've got nine homeruns today!

Shave off those sideburns!

[Baroquen131]

My fellow Americans, it is with great honor that I participate in this, the most pointless of Orioles Hangout threads.

umm.. you have seen the Drunk Thread, right?

[osfan83]

The worlds an imperfect place, screws fall out all the time.

[Hank Scorpio]

Whatever happened to the African watering hole? Man that thing was like crack.

[Lt Melmo]

Ground Control To Major Tom
Ground Control To Major Tom

Are You There Tom
It's Me, Margaret