Saturday, September 17, 2011
Second SplashToday, I'd like to begin describing this fantasy season using the human life cycle as my applied metaphor. In week 1, fetal Hot Mustard Snack was almost stillborn. Despite his mother drinking and smoking during the pregnancy, with the threat of a bloody miscarriage looming, baby Mustard was born no worse than a bit premature. Despite a couple fits of crying and wailing, my infant team weathered the difficult matchup and finally arrived safely at momma's tit, happily suckling breast milk and growing strong. (by this, I mean that I won over the Hoffster's Kingview team and now I'm ready for week 2.) So why the picture of the baby with the poopy diaper? Well, if you weren't paying attention in the draft chat, Hot Mustard Snack does not refer to pre-flavored pretzels, Hot Pockets, or German takeout. Mustard Snack refers to explosively crapping oneself. Shitting your pants, especially when your feces is sloppy diarrhea, is just disgusting. However, this activity (if you'd call it that) can actually have far more horrible connotations. It can be applied to sexual perversion as well, if you're willing to apply the most vile and depraved abilities of your imagination. Think fecal foreplay. Horny scat munching. Brown corn chowder chomping. Fucking awful, am I right? The commissioner encouraged dirty, terrible team names at the season's outset. I chose this name for three reasons: 1. To please the commissioner by honoring his request. 2. If I win and continue to win, I will be metaphorically above you all, and therefore, shitting on my competition. If not, I'm just shitting my own pants. 3. This is King Of The Hill. Everybody knows the expression "the shit always rolls downhill." Even wet shit can do that, I imagine. Don't worry, I'm almost done offending your delicate sensibilities. Butt now it's time for me to talk shit. (all puns intended) Week 2 is here, and infant Mustard is fast approaching toddler status. It's time to empty the loaded diaper on Claymation Yukon's head. Get your shampoo ready, pal. 6:22 AM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm 5 Comments :: - post comment | RECENTMetamorphosis - Ice Climber & Totem CatThe Road Less TraveledThe Zod AbidesNow I BreakOld Thunderdome BoulevardEmperor Zod: Ace ReporterBEG FOR MERCY II: The Wrath Of Zod!Sands Of The HourglassMy Match BioSomething PessimisticARCHIVEAugust 2002 September 2002 October 2002 November 2002 December 2002 January 2003 February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 January 2004 February 2004 August 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 February 2008 May 2008 August 2008 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 December 2009 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 August 2010 August 2011 September 2011 February 2012 June 2012 July 2012 August 2012 October 2012 November 2012 May 2013 August 2013 September 2013 December 2013 May 2014 October 2014 November 2014 December 2016Tinfoil Index Portal
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