Terrorist attack count against the Anything Goes Thread: 5
So ive been thinking of the "punishment". I felt i had to get drunk before i posted my thoughts on the issue, since thats when im at my most articulate and compassionate. Obviously.
Since this is a internet forum, the options are limited. What im thinking is the person is last place has to change their avatar to Cam Cameron or Bill Parcells for the entire 2013 offseason. And, they have to make a big ass thread excusing Cameron or Parcells for their tenure with this team. That the other 9 members of this league would write, of course. As well, during the post, they would have to make special mention of the winner of the league. Something to the effect of how "he(Spesh, because thats how its going to go down) is the best poster on this forum and his predictions have proven accurate and handsome and oh yeah hes completely humble".
Admittedly pretty mild, but their should be some quality nerdrage entertainment from this forum on the subject. Bunch of "disagrees" and some negative rep.
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile,
And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Add on a couple of amendments, such as "Wake is over 30 and hes 'really' in the last year of his deal, he needs to be cut", and we are in business. I still pound the table for letting the winners write it.
The only "problem" i foresee is the original plan of punishing the weekly loser. It seems to dilute the humiliation of the league mouthbreather. Personally, im all about quality>quantity. Plus, i figure the weekly mockery of the winner of the games should do nicely. A "small government" measure, if you will.
Please throw up objects that we can promptly ignore now.
Small child: "Dude. You're like... a hero."
Locke (sternly): "I'm not your hero."
Small child: "I mean you smell like roasted lamb, cockhitler. The sandwich."
Locke: "Oh. I'm not a sandwich, either. I'm not... your sandwich."
Harry Bagpipe: "I've never known the love of a real woman. Or a live boy."
Originally Posted by SpeshSpoiler
Ask and you shall receive.
You all can go **** yourselves.
Hey, shady baby, I'm hot like the prodigal son
Pick a petal eenie meenie miney moe
And, flower, you're the chosen one
Well, your left hand's free
And your right's in a grip
With another left hand
Watch his right hand slip
Towards his gun, oh, no