Quinlan steps in it again.

Yukonwreck

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Good point. I won't say anything about KQ.

Totally changing the subject, do any of you remember David Letterman calling Braves pitcher Terry Forster a "fat tub of goo?" Anyone remember that?
David who?
 

thwg

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Good point. I won't say anything about KQ.

Totally changing the subject, do any of you remember David Letterman calling Braves pitcher Terry Forster a "fat tub of goo?" Anyone remember that?
Yes, I was in middle school with his daughter. Anytime, we faced a hefty pitcher in high school, we called him "tub of goo."
 

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Yes, I was in middle school with his daughter. Anytime, we faced a hefty pitcher in high school, we called him "tub of goo."
Well it is hard when you are thin-skinned and you are called a fat tub of goo and you go to war on twitter about being called a fat tub of goo. And it is even harder when you are a fat tub of goo and you see yourself in the mirror and it is Goo TV but you are two rectally-anally inverted to laugh at yourself (shaking like a bowl of goo if you did laugh.) And you make your living at a keyboard with no need to regularly ooze out of your seat, and when you do shake the tub o gross outside the house you just go to see OTHER people work out and try to talk with them a few seconds as long as you don't have to reach your flabby arm with skin hanging down to your knees, you don't have to reach too far with the microphone or it'll be toooo haaaard to get an interview and you have to ship your gelatinous bulk inside a building FAST! because your goo is melting in a drenching puddle of some staining liquid pus-looking grossness that someone might slip on so you only get about five percent of the story you were sent to cover....

But it does not matter cuz your employer knows you are a worthless pile of phlegm-colored excretion from a diarrhea-ward that they can't fire cuz you claim to have pictures with someone high up and no one will call your bluff cuz that might cause them to have to see a naked picture of you with someone else and that means the photo is mainly of you with your bloated gross hairy torso with cartoon arms and legs sticking out, where the alleged other person in the photo would only take a thin slice of your continentially massive backside out of the camera lens so like it or not they see you, you, and more gooey you. So better to just continue to pay you and send you on a beat that neither you nor anyone else wants. Except now it is a new era and there will be a lot of attention on your beat in the months ahead but you could trip yourself ambling to the refrigerator for more goo but Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.


And with all this new-found attention people actually read your "work" and discover it lacking and actually point out that the fat tub of goo's fingers are too obese to write reasoned paragraphs so you just roll your tongue across the keyboard as if you are trying to get that last bit of cheeto dust that has fallen into the cracks of your keyboard and you have been selling that to a vacant audience starved for attention, any attention for far too long but now actual people with no fear or complacency decide to hold you to at least first grade book report skills on the job except you have no talent for writing even if you could see the screen while reclining back with $25 of McDonalds wrappers on your vast stomach that you are too lazy to throw away so you get in flame wars on twitter with people who actually play the game, coach the game, live the game instead of milking the game.
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But if you only take one thing away from this diatribe, I hope that you understand that this is a totally fictional account of a totally fictional character reporting on a totally fictional sport while being a fat tub of goo.

Woof! Woof!
 

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Well it is hard when you are thin-skinned and you are called a fat tub of goo and you go to war on twitter about being called a fat tub of goo. And it is even harder when you are a fat tub of goo and you see yourself in the mirror and it is Goo TV but you are two rectally-anally inverted to laugh at yourself (shaking like a bowl of goo if you did laugh.) And you make your living at a keyboard with no need to regularly ooze out of your seat, and when you do shake the tub o gross outside the house you just go to see OTHER people work out and try to talk with them a few seconds as long as you don't have to reach your flabby arm with skin hanging down to your knees, you don't have to reach too far with the microphone or it'll be toooo haaaard to get an interview and you have to ship your gelatinous bulk inside a building FAST! because your goo is melting in a drenching puddle of some staining liquid pus-looking grossness that someone might slip on so you only get about five percent of the story you were sent to cover....

But it does not matter cuz your employer knows you are a worthless pile of phlegm-colored excretion from a diarrhea-ward that they can't fire cuz you claim to have pictures with someone high up and no one will call your bluff cuz that might cause them to have to see a naked picture of you with someone else and that means the photo is mainly of you with your bloated gross hairy torso with cartoon arms and legs sticking out, where the alleged other person in the photo would only take a thin slice of your continentially massive backside out of the camera lens so like it or not they see you, you, and more gooey you. So better to just continue to pay you and send you on a beat that neither you nor anyone else wants. Except now it is a new era and there will be a lot of attention on your beat in the months ahead but you could trip yourself ambling to the refrigerator for more goo but Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.


And with all this new-found attention people actually read your "work" and discover it lacking and actually point out that the fat tub of goo's fingers are too obese to write reasoned paragraphs so you just roll your tongue across the keyboard as if you are trying to get that last bit of cheeto dust that has fallen into the cracks of your keyboard and you have been selling that to a vacant audience starved for attention, any attention for far too long but now actual people with no fear or complacency decide to hold you to at least first grade book report skills on the job except you have no talent for writing even if you could see the screen while reclining back with $25 of McDonalds wrappers on your vast stomach that you are too lazy to throw away so you get in flame wars on twitter with people who actually play the game, coach the game, live the game instead of milking the game.
upload_2019-5-13_17-33-23.jpeg


But if you only take one thing away from this diatribe, I hope that you understand that this is a totally fictional account of a totally fictional character reporting on a totally fictional sport while being a fat tub of goo.

Woof! Woof!
So what are you trying to say?
 

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Well it is hard when you are thin-skinned and you are called a fat tub of goo and you go to war on twitter about being called a fat tub of goo. And it is even harder when you are a fat tub of goo and you see yourself in the mirror and it is Goo TV but you are two rectally-anally inverted to laugh at yourself (shaking like a bowl of goo if you did laugh.) And you make your living at a keyboard with no need to regularly ooze out of your seat, and when you do shake the tub o gross outside the house you just go to see OTHER people work out and try to talk with them a few seconds as long as you don't have to reach your flabby arm with skin hanging down to your knees, you don't have to reach too far with the microphone or it'll be toooo haaaard to get an interview and you have to ship your gelatinous bulk inside a building FAST! because your goo is melting in a drenching puddle of some staining liquid pus-looking grossness that someone might slip on so you only get about five percent of the story you were sent to cover....

But it does not matter cuz your employer knows you are a worthless pile of phlegm-colored excretion from a diarrhea-ward that they can't fire cuz you claim to have pictures with someone high up and no one will call your bluff cuz that might cause them to have to see a naked picture of you with someone else and that means the photo is mainly of you with your bloated gross hairy torso with cartoon arms and legs sticking out, where the alleged other person in the photo would only take a thin slice of your continentially massive backside out of the camera lens so like it or not they see you, you, and more gooey you. So better to just continue to pay you and send you on a beat that neither you nor anyone else wants. Except now it is a new era and there will be a lot of attention on your beat in the months ahead but you could trip yourself ambling to the refrigerator for more goo but Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.


And with all this new-found attention people actually read your "work" and discover it lacking and actually point out that the fat tub of goo's fingers are too obese to write reasoned paragraphs so you just roll your tongue across the keyboard as if you are trying to get that last bit of cheeto dust that has fallen into the cracks of your keyboard and you have been selling that to a vacant audience starved for attention, any attention for far too long but now actual people with no fear or complacency decide to hold you to at least first grade book report skills on the job except you have no talent for writing even if you could see the screen while reclining back with $25 of McDonalds wrappers on your vast stomach that you are too lazy to throw away so you get in flame wars on twitter with people who actually play the game, coach the game, live the game instead of milking the game.
upload_2019-5-13_17-33-23.jpeg


But if you only take one thing away from this diatribe, I hope that you understand that this is a totally fictional account of a totally fictional character reporting on a totally fictional sport while being a fat tub of goo.

Woof! Woof!
Please tell me you cut and pasted that.
 

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Please tell me you cut and pasted that.
That would imply someone else took the time to write a diatribe that has nothing to do with KQ, which is as unlikely as me spending the time to do it.

Fortunately it just rolls off the keyboard in an easy stream of consciousness.

The Woof! Woof! tied it all together.
 

coit

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I couldn't care less about KQ, I'm mostly talking about referencing the behavior of the moms of players.
Yeah I specifically steered clear of discussing anyone but the fat tub of goo.
 

coit

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I think he doesn’t like the new coach for some reason
That’s funny, he didn’t like the old one either. And the feeling was mutual if you know what I mean.
 

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Well it is hard when you are thin-skinned and you are called a fat tub of goo and you go to war on twitter about being called a fat tub of goo. And it is even harder when you are a fat tub of goo and you see yourself in the mirror and it is Goo TV but you are two rectally-anally inverted to laugh at yourself (shaking like a bowl of goo if you did laugh.) And you make your living at a keyboard with no need to regularly ooze out of your seat, and when you do shake the tub o gross outside the house you just go to see OTHER people work out and try to talk with them a few seconds as long as you don't have to reach your flabby arm with skin hanging down to your knees, you don't have to reach too far with the microphone or it'll be toooo haaaard to get an interview and you have to ship your gelatinous bulk inside a building FAST! because your goo is melting in a drenching puddle of some staining liquid pus-looking grossness that someone might slip on so you only get about five percent of the story you were sent to cover....

But it does not matter cuz your employer knows you are a worthless pile of phlegm-colored excretion from a diarrhea-ward that they can't fire cuz you claim to have pictures with someone high up and no one will call your bluff cuz that might cause them to have to see a naked picture of you with someone else and that means the photo is mainly of you with your bloated gross hairy torso with cartoon arms and legs sticking out, where the alleged other person in the photo would only take a thin slice of your continentially massive backside out of the camera lens so like it or not they see you, you, and more gooey you. So better to just continue to pay you and send you on a beat that neither you nor anyone else wants. Except now it is a new era and there will be a lot of attention on your beat in the months ahead but you could trip yourself ambling to the refrigerator for more goo but Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.


And with all this new-found attention people actually read your "work" and discover it lacking and actually point out that the fat tub of goo's fingers are too obese to write reasoned paragraphs so you just roll your tongue across the keyboard as if you are trying to get that last bit of cheeto dust that has fallen into the cracks of your keyboard and you have been selling that to a vacant audience starved for attention, any attention for far too long but now actual people with no fear or complacency decide to hold you to at least first grade book report skills on the job except you have no talent for writing even if you could see the screen while reclining back with $25 of McDonalds wrappers on your vast stomach that you are too lazy to throw away so you get in flame wars on twitter with people who actually play the game, coach the game, live the game instead of milking the game.
upload_2019-5-13_17-33-23.jpeg


But if you only take one thing away from this diatribe, I hope that you understand that this is a totally fictional account of a totally fictional character reporting on a totally fictional sport while being a fat tub of goo.

Woof! Woof!
Ok, I just pissed out loud at this. Well done!
 

swampsting

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That’s funny, he didn’t like the old one either. And the feeling was mutual if you know what I mean.
I think he got along ok with PJ. KQ was very complimentary of PJ, especially toward and at the end.
There is a lot we never got to see between PJ and the press, even with all the post practice and post game video and audio.
Ken, whom by all face value assessments of his relationship with PJ didn't appear to have a very good one, probably did have a good one. Ken's been pretty protective about the PJ era in his stories over the last few months.

As an aside - after Letterman called Forster "a fat tub of goo," Forster went on Late Night and made chicken tacos with Dave.
 
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