If Pup wasn't such a cunt and lived in his own revisionist history vortex no one would jab at him. Pup has said far worse things than making crippled jokes. He posted a picture of a dude jacking off once. Don't get me wrong I am fine with Pup posting and he does have his occasional (although sadly becoming more rare) spit coffee all over my keyboard post, but he antagonizes everyone and brings it on himself.
And that's why I hate him.
Enough to possibly push him down some stairs?
My mom raised me to never be like Oregon fans but I’d still do it!
If Pup wasn't such a cunt and lived in his own revisionist history vortex no one would jab at him. Pup has said far worse things than making crippled jokes. He posted a picture of a dude jacking off once. Don't get me wrong I am fine with Pup posting and he does have his occasional (although sadly becoming more rare) spit coffee all over my keyboard post, but he antagonizes everyone and brings it on himself.
And that's why I hate him.
Enough to possibly push him down some stairs?
My mom raised me to never be like Oregon fans but I’d still do it!
Jesus christ you guys take pumpy's shit talking way too seriously. Calling him a cripple is desperate, pussy-ass, snowflake shit.
Does that include puns? Because in all honesty, I find puns to be witty and creative. And if we are going to start bashing puns, then I'm out.
IMHO Rule 1: Be funny Rule 2: Don't not be funny
That shit is funny. When you get directly personal, you've been got, you're waiving the white flag.
What I don't understand is how pumpy being wrong makes people so emotional. When he makes a bold, brash prediction/take and falls on his face (watch it bud) that shit is funny.
But then I'm still a newfag. And I take a lot of walks, so.
I'm also currently managing a pretty aggressive calorie deficit so I could be completely out of my fucking mind.
If Pup wasn't such a cunt and lived in his own revisionist history vortex no one would jab at him. Pup has said far worse things than making crippled jokes. He posted a picture of a dude jacking off once. Don't get me wrong I am fine with Pup posting and he does have his occasional (although sadly becoming more rare) spit coffee all over my keyboard post, but he antagonizes everyone and brings it on himself.
If Pup wasn't such a cunt and lived in his own revisionist history vortex no one would jab at him. Pup has said far worse things than making crippled jokes. He posted a picture of a dude jacking off once. Don't get me wrong I am fine with Pup posting and he does have his occasional (although sadly becoming more rare) spit coffee all over my keyboard post, but he antagonizes everyone and brings it on himself.
I empathize with Stalin on trying to run this place. After all, I used to have my own hobby board and it was really challenging to moderate, but I digress.
With that said, for being a most wretched hive of scum and villainy, we sure are taking it easy on one member because of an unfortunate situation he's in.
We all pick on each other. I'm a towelhead who's going through a divorce. Swaye is an Injun & Mad_Son is a Jew.
The rest of us don't take these things personally. That's the way it's supposed to be. If Puppy is sensitive about this shit, then that's his problem.
Anyway, thanks for reading my shitpost. Just my opinion, that's all.
Wait....Mad_Son is part of the Chosen Tribe?!?! How did I not know this?
Respect....and JOOBS!
And don't pick on known disabilities. That ain't cool. I mean, Hondo is functionally retarded and we don't bring that up every single day.
If Pup wasn't such a cunt and lived in his own revisionist history vortex no one would jab at him. Pup has said far worse things than making crippled jokes. He posted a picture of a dude jacking off once. Don't get me wrong I am fine with Pup posting and he does have his occasional (although sadly becoming more rare) spit coffee all over my keyboard post, but he antagonizes everyone and brings it on himself.
If Pup wasn't such a cunt and lived in his own revisionist history vortex no one would jab at him. Pup has said far worse things than making crippled jokes. He posted a picture of a dude jacking off once. Don't get me wrong I am fine with Pup posting and he does have his occasional (although sadly becoming more rare) spit coffee all over my keyboard post, but he antagonizes everyone and brings it on himself.
And that's why I hate him.
Enough to possibly push him down some stairs?
unrelated gif of one of my favorite movies
I approve of and applaud your movie preferences.
Wood still bang Priscilla Presley.
Celebrity factor but she was hot AF back in the day.
Jesus christ you guys take pumpy's shit talking way too seriously. Calling him a cripple is desperate, pussy-ass, snowflake shit.
Does that include puns? Because in all honesty, I find puns to be witty and creative. And if we are going to start bashing puns, then I'm out.
IMHO Rule 1: Be funny Rule 2: Don't not be funny
That shit is funny. When you get directly personal, you've been got, you're waiving the white flag.
What I don't understand is how pumpy being wrong makes people so emotional. When he makes a bold, brash prediction/take and falls on his face (watch it bud) that shit is funny.
But then I'm still a newfag. And I take a lot of walks, so.
I'm also currently managing a pretty aggressive calorie deficit so I could be completely out of my fucking mind.
Pretty much this. I don't understand how he triggers so many people. Maybe I'm just an emotionless alcoholic robot but getting worked up and whining about pumpy whining is inception level drippy cunt.
If you're emotional about anything said on this board it's Tim for a walk. Unless you're entertaining like DDY's bipolar moments projecting his rage against doogs on Twitter. In which case, carry on.
I don’t know who’s more fun to shit talk @PurpleBaze’s newphew or pumpeii.
Hey, you leave my nephew out of it. Or I will find you and I will kill you. Remember - I'm a towelhead... & I'm getting older and grumpier.
A towelhead AND a pilot. Worked out great for us last time. Fuck.
Yeah, like I can do a lot of damage with my ultralight...
Stolen plane crashes into White House South Lawn, Sept. 12, 1994 By ANDREW GLASS 09/12/2018 12:12 AM EDT Shortly before 2 a.m. on this day in 1994, a red and white, two-seat, propeller-driven Cessna 150 flew low over 17th Street in the heart of the nation’s capital, banked leftward in a U-turn near the Washington Monument, and headed toward the presidential bedroom in the White House.
Gliding just over the treetops, the Cessna passed over the fountain and the red cannas flowers blooming on the South Lawn, bounced off the grass just short of the mansion, crashed through the branches of a magnolia tree planted by President Andrew Jackson and came to rest in a crumpled heap two stories below the Clintons' unoccupied bedroom. The impact immediately killed the pilot, Frank Eugene Corder.
Some 50 yards from the Oval Office, just around the corner from the Rose Garden, sat a tangle of metal, what was left of the plane’s nose, inches away from the barred office window of the White House physician and one floor below the State Dining Room. A twisted brown aircraft seat rested in the dirt just left of the wreckage.
As daylight broke, the Secret Service hung a tarpaulin over the plane to conceal its identification numbers.
Corder had departed in the Cessna from Aldino Airport in Maryland while heavily intoxicated. Radar technicians at National Airport tracked the stolen plane for several minutes when it entered the restricted air space, which extended one nautical mile on either side of the White House to 18,000 feet.
President Bill Clinton, first lady Hillary Clinton and their teenage daughter, Chelsea, were asleep across Pennsylvania Avenue at Blair House, the presidential guest house, while repairs were being completed to the ventilation system in the residence.
Corder, 38, was born in Perry Point, Maryland, to William and Dorothy Corder. His father was an aircraft mechanic. Corder dropped out of high school in 11th grade and enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1974. He was stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and Fort Carson, Colorado, where he was trained as a mechanic. He was honorably discharged from military service in 1975. Afterward, he worked as a truck driver from 1976 until he lost his job in in early 1993.
Corder’s relatives said he had struggled with alcohol, a drug conviction, financial problems, the recent rupture of his third marriage and the death of his father.
After daylight, Bill Clinton, wearing black jogging clothes and a baseball hat, returned to the White House, later peering out a window at the wreckage. Both he and his wife sought to play down the event. In remarks by satellite to new members of his AmeriCorps volunteer program, the president said the White House “will be kept safe, and it will be kept open and the people's business will go on.”
Hillary Clinton told guests that it "has been quite an unusual day here at the White House."
I don’t know who’s more fun to shit talk @PurpleBaze’s newphew or pumpeii.
Hey, you leave my nephew out of it. Or I will find you and I will kill you. Remember - I'm a towelhead... & I'm getting older and grumpier.
A towelhead AND a pilot. Worked out great for us last time. Fuck.
Yeah, like I can do a lot of damage with my ultralight...
Stolen plane crashes into White House South Lawn, Sept. 12, 1994 By ANDREW GLASS 09/12/2018 12:12 AM EDT Shortly before 2 a.m. on this day in 1994, a red and white, two-seat, propeller-driven Cessna 150 flew low over 17th Street in the heart of the nation’s capital, banked leftward in a U-turn near the Washington Monument, and headed toward the presidential bedroom in the White House.
Gliding just over the treetops, the Cessna passed over the fountain and the red cannas flowers blooming on the South Lawn, bounced off the grass just short of the mansion, crashed through the branches of a magnolia tree planted by President Andrew Jackson and came to rest in a crumpled heap two stories below the Clintons' unoccupied bedroom. The impact immediately killed the pilot, Frank Eugene Corder.
Some 50 yards from the Oval Office, just around the corner from the Rose Garden, sat a tangle of metal, what was left of the plane’s nose, inches away from the barred office window of the White House physician and one floor below the State Dining Room. A twisted brown aircraft seat rested in the dirt just left of the wreckage.
As daylight broke, the Secret Service hung a tarpaulin over the plane to conceal its identification numbers.
Corder had departed in the Cessna from Aldino Airport in Maryland while heavily intoxicated. Radar technicians at National Airport tracked the stolen plane for several minutes when it entered the restricted air space, which extended one nautical mile on either side of the White House to 18,000 feet.
President Bill Clinton, first lady Hillary Clinton and their teenage daughter, Chelsea, were asleep across Pennsylvania Avenue at Blair House, the presidential guest house, while repairs were being completed to the ventilation system in the residence.
Corder, 38, was born in Perry Point, Maryland, to William and Dorothy Corder. His father was an aircraft mechanic. Corder dropped out of high school in 11th grade and enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1974. He was stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and Fort Carson, Colorado, where he was trained as a mechanic. He was honorably discharged from military service in 1975. Afterward, he worked as a truck driver from 1976 until he lost his job in in early 1993.
Corder’s relatives said he had struggled with alcohol, a drug conviction, financial problems, the recent rupture of his third marriage and the death of his father.
After daylight, Bill Clinton, wearing black jogging clothes and a baseball hat, returned to the White House, later peering out a window at the wreckage. Both he and his wife sought to play down the event. In remarks by satellite to new members of his AmeriCorps volunteer program, the president said the White House “will be kept safe, and it will be kept open and the people's business will go on.”
Hillary Clinton told guests that it "has been quite an unusual day here at the White House."
What are you suggesting?
I feel like I'm being profiled! I'm going to run to DJ, whining and crying now... just like @puppylove_sugarsteel.
Comments
Rule 1: Be funny
Rule 2: Don't not be funny
That shit is funny. When you get directly personal, you've been got, you're waiving the white flag.
What I don't understand is how pumpy being wrong makes people so emotional. When he makes a bold, brash prediction/take and falls on his face (watch it bud) that shit is funny.
But then I'm still a newfag. And I take a lot of walks, so.
I'm also currently managing a pretty aggressive calorie deficit so I could be completely out of my fucking mind.
Respect....and JOOBS!
And don't pick on known disabilities. That ain't cool. I mean, Hondo is functionally retarded and we don't bring that up every single day.
OK - we do, but do as I say, not as I do.
Celebrity factor but she was hot AF back in the day.
If you're emotional about anything said on this board it's Tim for a walk. Unless you're entertaining like DDY's bipolar moments projecting his rage against doogs on Twitter. In which case, carry on.
Roy Rodeo countered by running last minute desperation ads on Seattle radio.
Stolen plane crashes into White House South Lawn, Sept. 12, 1994
By ANDREW GLASS 09/12/2018 12:12 AM EDT
Shortly before 2 a.m. on this day in 1994, a red and white, two-seat, propeller-driven Cessna 150 flew low over 17th Street in the heart of the nation’s capital, banked leftward in a U-turn near the Washington Monument, and headed toward the presidential bedroom in the White House.
Gliding just over the treetops, the Cessna passed over the fountain and the red cannas flowers blooming on the South Lawn, bounced off the grass just short of the mansion, crashed through the branches of a magnolia tree planted by President Andrew Jackson and came to rest in a crumpled heap two stories below the Clintons' unoccupied bedroom. The impact immediately killed the pilot, Frank Eugene Corder.
Some 50 yards from the Oval Office, just around the corner from the Rose Garden, sat a tangle of metal, what was left of the plane’s nose, inches away from the barred office window of the White House physician and one floor below the State Dining Room. A twisted brown aircraft seat rested in the dirt just left of the wreckage.
As daylight broke, the Secret Service hung a tarpaulin over the plane to conceal its identification numbers.
Corder had departed in the Cessna from Aldino Airport in Maryland while heavily intoxicated. Radar technicians at National Airport tracked the stolen plane for several minutes when it entered the restricted air space, which extended one nautical mile on either side of the White House to 18,000 feet.
President Bill Clinton, first lady Hillary Clinton and their teenage daughter, Chelsea, were asleep across Pennsylvania Avenue at Blair House, the presidential guest house, while repairs were being completed to the ventilation system in the residence.
Corder, 38, was born in Perry Point, Maryland, to William and Dorothy Corder. His father was an aircraft mechanic. Corder dropped out of high school in 11th grade and enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1974. He was stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and Fort Carson, Colorado, where he was trained as a mechanic. He was honorably discharged from military service in 1975. Afterward, he worked as a truck driver from 1976 until he lost his job in in early 1993.
Corder’s relatives said he had struggled with alcohol, a drug conviction, financial problems, the recent rupture of his third marriage and the death of his father.
After daylight, Bill Clinton, wearing black jogging clothes and a baseball hat, returned to the White House, later peering out a window at the wreckage. Both he and his wife sought to play down the event. In remarks by satellite to new members of his AmeriCorps volunteer program, the president said the White House “will be kept safe, and it will be kept open and the people's business will go on.”
Hillary Clinton told guests that it "has been quite an unusual day here at the White House."
I feel like I'm being profiled! I'm going to run to DJ, whining and crying now... just like @puppylove_sugarsteel.