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Hey, bro, I believe it's on SEC Network. Head over to Mojo's.
Long post, but I need to therapize myself.
My world just got turned upside down. A dinosaur-slaying asteroid has crashed right into my Yucatan Peninsula and spewed Iridium into both my upper, AND lower, tropospheres. I feel like Jaguar-Paw when he first saw the conquistadors rowing ashore as the apes were yelling at him when he climbed off the horse after seeing the Statu(t)e of Liberty and realized he was back on Earth.
Backstory: As you may know, I partially pride myself on being somewhat conversant regarding the finer points of arcane knowledge. From time to time, I enjoy competing with similarly like-minded geek-geniuses in contests testing the limits of such knowledge. These are commonly called "trivia contests/tournaments." Generally, not to brag, I/my team do/does quite well in these events.
However, I have been humbled.
Now we're all familiar with Helen Slater and her younger brother Christian, right? 80's Helen, the Supergirl/Billie-Jean-before-she-butched-her-flowing-mane Helen, was the stuff of young Mav's dreams and the object of his repeated lust. REPEATED lust.
Damn. I mean, look at those titties. I SAID LOOK AT THEM. They were real and spectacular a full decade before Teri Hatcher's were real and spectacular.
Helen was the virginal second-coming of 1982's Playmate Of The Year Shannon Tweed, herself the object of young Mav's repeated lusting following the home taping of Hot Dog...The Movie. (Side note: oh what a glorious time it was to be alive. F+#k the pyramids or walking on the moon, Cinemax and the VHS deck will forever represent the pinnacle of human achievement for your's truly.). Shannon was truly a sight to behold -- before that clown-faced dickhead Chaim Witz defiled her...
But I digress.
Now Brother Christian (pun-ish ode to 80's supergroup Night Ranger's terrible, that's right I said terrible, chart-topper), was a fine thespian in his own right, possessing one of the best unintentional Jack Nicholson impersonations ever, with a string of decent-to-very-good movies to his credit. So far, so good.
Except.
Houston, we've had a problem...
HELEN AND CHRISTIAN SLATER ARE NOT RELATED. FOR ALL YOU RUBES LURKING ABOUT THIS MEANS THEY ARE NOT BROTHER AND SISTER.
Did you hear, er, rather, read me? I said/typed Helen and Christian Slater aren't related AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TELLING ME THAT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT BECAUSE I KNOW GOOD AND GODDAMNED WELL YOU DIDN'T CAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW IT AND BAH GAWD I'D BURY EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES WELL MOST EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES OK SOME OF YOUR ASSES IN TRIVIA ESPECIALLY 80s TRIVIA GODDAMMIT CAUSE THAT WAS MY PRIME DAMMIT, MY JAM IF YOU WILL, AND BELIEVE ME YOU WILL BAH GAWD, SO GO AHEAD AND ASK ME ANYTHING ANYTHING I DARE YOU I DOUBLE DARE YOU YOU MOTHERF#=KERS.
Sorry, I didn't mean any of that. I'm just upset. Upset at myself for not knowing. Upset at myself for ever thinking I ever knew anything at all in fact. I don't know what to do. I really don't. I just know I don't want to live in a world where Helen and Christian aren't siblings. How is this even possible? They were brother and sister in The Legend of Billie Jean for heaven's sakes. They were invincible -- until Binx took a bullet.
Maybe I knew and just forgot, I don't know. I'm so confused I don't even know what I don't even know. A strange sense of deja vu is creeping in that I read the same thing a few years back and had a similar breakdown, but I don't know. Maybe that's just my pride f#+king with me, the pride of not being able to come to grips with the fact that maybe I'm not as smart as I think I am. But no, that can't be, cause my mommy always said I was the smartest and bestest kid ever.
Holy shit, where's the Tylenol?
My world just got turned upside down. A dinosaur-slaying asteroid has crashed right into my Yucatan Peninsula and spewed Iridium into both my upper, AND lower, tropospheres. I feel like Jaguar-Paw when he first saw the conquistadors rowing ashore as the apes were yelling at him when he climbed off the horse after seeing the Statu(t)e of Liberty and realized he was back on Earth.
Backstory: As you may know, I partially pride myself on being somewhat conversant regarding the finer points of arcane knowledge. From time to time, I enjoy competing with similarly like-minded geek-geniuses in contests testing the limits of such knowledge. These are commonly called "trivia contests/tournaments." Generally, not to brag, I/my team do/does quite well in these events.
However, I have been humbled.
Now we're all familiar with Helen Slater and her younger brother Christian, right? 80's Helen, the Supergirl/Billie-Jean-before-she-butched-her-flowing-mane Helen, was the stuff of young Mav's dreams and the object of his repeated lust. REPEATED lust.
Damn. I mean, look at those titties. I SAID LOOK AT THEM. They were real and spectacular a full decade before Teri Hatcher's were real and spectacular.
Helen was the virginal second-coming of 1982's Playmate Of The Year Shannon Tweed, herself the object of young Mav's repeated lusting following the home taping of Hot Dog...The Movie. (Side note: oh what a glorious time it was to be alive. F+#k the pyramids or walking on the moon, Cinemax and the VHS deck will forever represent the pinnacle of human achievement for your's truly.). Shannon was truly a sight to behold -- before that clown-faced dickhead Chaim Witz defiled her...
But I digress.
Now Brother Christian (pun-ish ode to 80's supergroup Night Ranger's terrible, that's right I said terrible, chart-topper), was a fine thespian in his own right, possessing one of the best unintentional Jack Nicholson impersonations ever, with a string of decent-to-very-good movies to his credit. So far, so good.
Except.
Houston, we've had a problem...
HELEN AND CHRISTIAN SLATER ARE NOT RELATED. FOR ALL YOU RUBES LURKING ABOUT THIS MEANS THEY ARE NOT BROTHER AND SISTER.
Did you hear, er, rather, read me? I said/typed Helen and Christian Slater aren't related AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TELLING ME THAT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT BECAUSE I KNOW GOOD AND GODDAMNED WELL YOU DIDN'T CAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW IT AND BAH GAWD I'D BURY EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES WELL MOST EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES OK SOME OF YOUR ASSES IN TRIVIA ESPECIALLY 80s TRIVIA GODDAMMIT CAUSE THAT WAS MY PRIME DAMMIT, MY JAM IF YOU WILL, AND BELIEVE ME YOU WILL BAH GAWD, SO GO AHEAD AND ASK ME ANYTHING ANYTHING I DARE YOU I DOUBLE DARE YOU YOU MOTHERF#=KERS.
Sorry, I didn't mean any of that. I'm just upset. Upset at myself for not knowing. Upset at myself for ever thinking I ever knew anything at all in fact. I don't know what to do. I really don't. I just know I don't want to live in a world where Helen and Christian aren't siblings. How is this even possible? They were brother and sister in The Legend of Billie Jean for heaven's sakes. They were invincible -- until Binx took a bullet.
Maybe I knew and just forgot, I don't know. I'm so confused I don't even know what I don't even know. A strange sense of deja vu is creeping in that I read the same thing a few years back and had a similar breakdown, but I don't know. Maybe that's just my pride f#+king with me, the pride of not being able to come to grips with the fact that maybe I'm not as smart as I think I am. But no, that can't be, cause my mommy always said I was the smartest and bestest kid ever.
Holy shit, where's the Tylenol?
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HOF post right there, my friends.Long post, but I need to therapize myself.
My world just got turned upside down. A dinosaur-slaying asteroid has crashed right into my Yucatan Peninsula and spewed Iridium into both my upper, AND lower, tropospheres. I feel like Jaguar-Paw when he first saw the conquistadors rowing ashore as the apes were yelling at him when he climbed off the horse after seeing the Statu(t)e of Liberty and realized he was back on Earth.
Backstory: As you may know, I partially pride myself on being somewhat conversant regarding the finer points of arcane knowledge. From time to time, I enjoy competing with similarly like-minded geek-geniuses in contests testing the limits of such knowledge. These are commonly called "trivia contests/tournaments." Generally, not to brag, I/my team do/does quite well in these events.
However, I have been humbled.
Now we're all familiar with Helen Slater and her younger brother Christian, right? 80's Helen, the Supergirl/Billie-Jean-before-she-butched-her-flowing-mane Helen, was the stuff of young Mav's dreams and the object of his repeated lust. REPEATED lust.
Damn. I mean, look at those titties. I SAID LOOK AT THEM. They were real and spectacular a full decade before Teri Hatcher's were real and spectacular.
Helen was the virginal second-coming of 1982's Playmate Of The Year Shannon Tweed, herself the object of young Mav's repeated lusting following the home taping of Hot Dog...The Movie. (Side note: oh what a glorious time it was to be alive. F+#k the pyramids or walking on the moon, Cinemax and the VHS deck will forever represent the pinnacle of human achievement for your's truly.). Shannon was truly a sight to behold -- before that clown-faced dickhead Chaim Witz defiled her...
But I digress.
Now Brother Christian (pun-ish ode to 80's supergroup Night Ranger's terrible, that's right I said terrible, chart-topper), was a fine thespian in his own right, possessing one of the best unintentional Jack Nicholson impersonations ever, with a string of decent-to-very-good movies to his credit. So far, so good.
Except.
Houston, we've had a problem...
HELEN AND CHRISTIAN SLATER ARE NOT RELATED. FOR ALL YOU RUBES LURKING ABOUT THIS MEANS THEY ARE NOT BROTHER AND SISTER.
Did you hear, er, rather, read me? I said/typed Helen and Christian Slater aren't related AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TELLING ME THAT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT BECAUSE I KNOW GOOD AND GODDAMNED WELL YOU DIDN'T CAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW IT AND BAH GAWD I'D BURY EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES WELL MOST EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES OK SOME OF YOUR ASSES IN TRIVIA ESPECIALLY 80s TRIVIA GODDAMMIT CAUSE THAT WAS MY PRIME DAMMIT, MY JAM IF YOU WILL, AND BELIEVE ME YOU WILL BAH GAWD, SO GO AHEAD AND ASK ME ANYTHING ANYTHING I DARE YOU I DOUBLE DARE YOU YOU MOTHERF#=KERS.
Sorry, I didn't mean any of that. I'm just upset. Upset at myself for not knowing. Upset at myself for ever thinking I ever knew anything at all in fact. I don't know what to do. I really don't. I just know I don't want to live in a world where Helen and Christian aren't brothers. How is this even possible? They were brother and sister in The Legend of Billie Jean for heaven's sakes. They were invincible -- until Binx took a bullet.
Maybe I knew and just forgot, I don't know. I'm so confused I don't even know what I don't even know. A strange sense of deja vu is creeping in that I read the same thing a few years back and had a similar breakdown, but I don't know. Maybe that's just my pride f#+king with me, the pride of not being able to come to grips with the fact that maybe I'm not as smart as I think I am. But no, that can't be, cause my mommy always said I was the smartest and bestest kid ever.
Holy shit, where's the Tylenol?
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Mav-HOF
I've jacked my dong to more Shannon Tweed movies than any porn star ever
I've jacked my dong to more Shannon Tweed movies than any porn star ever
I completely agree ( except substitute “still jack” for “ ‘ve jacked”).
(((((Googling shannon tweed movies)))))
Google her Playboy pictorials, you won’t be disappointed.
Per the usual Mav was not lying and now I can add new material to my rotation.
Seriously though, I read that about the Slaters this morning and I could not have been more shocked. If I had previously known it then I had certainly forgotten. I was just completely floored.
I had always assumed that Helen took one, or two or a few, from good ol sweaty Harv, thus paving the way into show biz for her little bro so wouldn’t have to be dicked by the pedos who ravaged the Cory brothers.
I had always assumed that Helen took one, or two or a few, from good ol sweaty Harv, thus paving the way into show biz for her little bro so wouldn’t have to be dicked by the pedos who ravaged the Cory brothers.
I'd hang myself in a closet ala D.Carradine syle while jackin' it to a Shannon Tweed movie
Long post, but I need to therapize myself.
My world just got turned upside down. A dinosaur-slaying asteroid has crashed right into my Yucatan Peninsula and spewed Iridium into both my upper, AND lower, tropospheres. I feel like Jaguar-Paw when he first saw the conquistadors rowing ashore as the apes were yelling at him when he climbed off the horse after seeing the Statu(t)e of Liberty and realized he was back on Earth.
Backstory: As you may know, I partially pride myself on being somewhat conversant regarding the finer points of arcane knowledge. From time to time, I enjoy competing with similarly like-minded geek-geniuses in contests testing the limits of such knowledge. These are commonly called "trivia contests/tournaments." Generally, not to brag, I/my team do/does quite well in these events.
However, I have been humbled.
Now we're all familiar with Helen Slater and her younger brother Christian, right? 80's Helen, the Supergirl/Billie-Jean-before-she-butched-her-flowing-mane Helen, was the stuff of young Mav's dreams and the object of his repeated lust. REPEATED lust.
Damn. I mean, look at those titties. I SAID LOOK AT THEM. They were real and spectacular a full decade before Teri Hatcher's were real and spectacular.
Helen was the virginal second-coming of 1982's Playmate Of The Year Shannon Tweed, herself the object of young Mav's repeated lusting following the home taping of Hot Dog...The Movie. (Side note: oh what a glorious time it was to be alive. F+#k the pyramids or walking on the moon, Cinemax and the VHS deck will forever represent the pinnacle of human achievement for your's truly.). Shannon was truly a sight to behold -- before that clown-faced dickhead Chaim Witz defiled her...
But I digress.
Now Brother Christian (pun-ish ode to 80's supergroup Night Ranger's terrible, that's right I said terrible, chart-topper), was a fine thespian in his own right, possessing one of the best unintentional Jack Nicholson impersonations ever, with a string of decent-to-very-good movies to his credit. So far, so good.
Except.
Houston, we've had a problem...
HELEN AND CHRISTIAN SLATER ARE NOT RELATED. FOR ALL YOU RUBES LURKING ABOUT THIS MEANS THEY ARE NOT BROTHER AND SISTER.
Did you hear, er, rather, read me? I said/typed Helen and Christian Slater aren't related AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TELLING ME THAT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT BECAUSE I KNOW GOOD AND GODDAMNED WELL YOU DIDN'T CAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW IT AND BAH GAWD I'D BURY EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES WELL MOST EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES OK SOME OF YOUR ASSES IN TRIVIA ESPECIALLY 80s TRIVIA GODDAMMIT CAUSE THAT WAS MY PRIME DAMMIT, MY JAM IF YOU WILL, AND BELIEVE ME YOU WILL BAH GAWD, SO GO AHEAD AND ASK ME ANYTHING ANYTHING I DARE YOU I DOUBLE DARE YOU YOU MOTHERF#=KERS.
Sorry, I didn't mean any of that. I'm just upset. Upset at myself for not knowing. Upset at myself for ever thinking I ever knew anything at all in fact. I don't know what to do. I really don't. I just know I don't want to live in a world where Helen and Christian aren't siblings. How is this even possible? They were brother and sister in The Legend of Billie Jean for heaven's sakes. They were invincible -- until Binx took a bullet.
Maybe I knew and just forgot, I don't know. I'm so confused I don't even know what I don't even know. A strange sense of deja vu is creeping in that I read the same thing a few years back and had a similar breakdown, but I don't know. Maybe that's just my pride f#+king with me, the pride of not being able to come to grips with the fact that maybe I'm not as smart as I think I am. But no, that can't be, cause my mommy always said I was the smartest and bestest kid ever.
Holy shit, where's the Tylenol?
Thanks for restoring my faith in this world. If Vincent Cal doesn't win me #9 this year, I'll be alright because I read every single word of your post.
You're more than welcome, Wildcat friend. I'm glad I could help.
I didn't even know who Shannon tweed was. Lord I'm an idiot.
NOB is cooking today.
Goodfellas around Rupp is good pizza. Hunt's at Rupp now? wth
Goodfellas around Rupp is good pizza. Hunt's at Rupp now? wth
Not an idiot, just younger. I'm reminded of the following fable, perfectly re-told by Lt. Col Bull Meechum to his young partner, Jeff Spicoli...
Yep. Hunts ad lit up loud and proud on the scorers table right now. Smh. Mitch is fn up. We're also sponsored by Ollie's Bargain Outlet.
Averaging a TO per minute. Pretty good so far.
Thanks. I'll certainly check it out. Plan on purchasing tickets for Cats vs UIC this weekend.
Well alright. Jack it anyway you see fit.
my wife works for a broker if you are ever around for bigger ticket games. he has a ton of season tickets both lower and upper. for these early games you can find whatever you want pretty cheap pretty easy.
Count me in on that deal. How do I contact you? Send me a private message with info. TIA
Thanks!
Currently debating on possibly attending the Cats-Cards FB game at Commonwealth on November 25. I have not yet arrived at a decision on that one. May just watch it in Lex at a brewery. I'll see how they play tomorrow before deciding.
i sent you a conversation...i think lol. check messages.
unless we do something crazy like run the table, there will plenty of tickets available.
For the more experienced-in-life NOB members and lurkers. How long do you fight the gray eyebrows? Asking for a friend.
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I am 47 and still have a full head of hair with very few gray hairs...just a few and and they are difficult to even see because they are scattered about. No gray at all on the brows.
Make no mistake about it...I am one of the most experienced-in-life mofos meandering about the planet...but I gots no answers for you on this one, brother.
Oh what a joy this World Series has been to watch. I mean I don't particularly like either team...and don't really care who wins. Would probably say Astros if forced to decide I guess. But the point remains firm...still just an outstandingly joyous experience to watch this series. If only for the single solitary reason that neither team is the mother effing Yankees.
Mav. Nice post.
So far:
Up at 4:45
Airport by 6:15
Covington 10:00
Lexington 12:00
Campus Chick FA 1:00
Pence Hall 2:00
Keeneland 3:00
Hotel 6:00
Rupp 7:00
Bru Burger 9:00
Typin on the cat paw 4:30
So far:
Up at 4:45
Airport by 6:15
Covington 10:00
Lexington 12:00
Campus Chick FA 1:00
Pence Hall 2:00
Keeneland 3:00
Hotel 6:00
Rupp 7:00
Bru Burger 9:00
Typin on the cat paw 4:30
Unfortunately for you, over the next ten years, there’s a good possibility (as I accurately predicted) the Yankees will rightfully reap many more WS championships.
Eat a Wenyen-sized cock.
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At 47, I haven't experienced this problem, although I now need an occasional trim.
Works for beards, I assume it would work for brows. I don’t think Keith and Clyde would steer a brother wrong.
