Strange bedfellows indeed

[All4You]

Reading the forums as of late, I can't help but be reminded of the Shakespearean line/idiom “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. It's as if the struggles of this year's team has brought together an amalgamation of the disparate dregs of this forum (your disenfranchised Knight fans, Crean supporters, PUkes, pUKes and other random ne'er-do-wells, scalawags and malcontents) to form a rather peculiar association under the "Fire Archie Miller" banner.

I am impressed by the fact that they coalesced here, especially considering their busy schedules of writing erotic Bob Knight fan fiction, watching a loop of "It's Indiana" from the Crean hiring presser, fantasizing about what it would be like to have all those "dusty old banners" hanging in Mackey Arena while struggling to come up with a second line to their "IU Sucks" chant, or in the case of the pUKes just having a non-incestuous thought other than how much meth they can buy with the change they found under the cushions of the couch in their front yard. It says alot when they can put aside their differences long enough to come together for such an endeavor.

And while I am sure they only have Indiana University's bests interests at heart, there is a limit to just how much good will a body can stand. So I take my leave of this place temporarily, and will return @ a date, time and with the handle of my choosing. Keep fighting the bad fight ye of low IQ and questionable intent, duty calls me to yet another weekend of serving my liege (wife).

 

[DerekMcPwn]

What a bizarre, bitter, and narcissistic thread.

 

[gator mcCluskey]

Reading the forums as of late, I can't help but be reminded of the Shakespearean line/idiom “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. It's as if the struggles of this year's team has brought together an amalgamation of the disparate dregs of this forum (your disenfranchised Knight fans, Crean supporters, PUkes, pUKes and other random ne'er-do-wells, scalawags and malcontents) to form a rather peculiar association under the "Fire Archie Miller" banner.

I am impressed by the fact that they coalesced here, especially considering their busy schedules of writing erotic Bob Knight fan fiction, watching a loop of "It's Indiana" from the Crean hiring presser, fantasizing about what it would be like to have all those "dusty old banners" hanging in Mackey Arena while struggling to come up with a second line to their "IU Sucks" chant, or in the case of the pUKes just having a non-incestuous thought other than how much meth they can buy with the change they found under the cushions of the couch in their front yard. It says alot when they can put aside their differences long enough to come together for such an endeavor.

And while I am sure they only have Indiana University's bests interests at heart, there is a limit to just how much good will a body can stand. So I take my leave of this place temporarily, and will return @ a date, time and with the handle of my choosing. Keep fighting the bad fight ye of low IQ and questionable intent, duty calls me to yet another weekend of serving my liege (wife).

I’d call that post a throwback to the old Star News forum days. Nice work. It’s a bunch of masturbatory BS, but, nonetheless, it took me back

 

[CriticArisen]

What a bizarre, bitter, and narcissistic thread.

Some people find personal fulfillment in obeying authority figures who in this case is....a wife. It happens in the work place and in this case....the home.

 

[All4You]

Some people find personal fulfillment in obeying authority figures who in this case is....a wife. It happens in the work place and in this case....the home.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

 

[76-1]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Why didn't you just save yourself some time and just say you're a P U fan...

 

[Stuffshot]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

A "goat farmer," you say?

Hmmmm.

 

[All4You]

A "goat farmer," you say?

Hmmmm.

Cleetus??? Is that you!?!?!? Get yer tin snips ready it's time to mow the lawn!!!

 

[patj11288]

Reading the forums as of late, I can't help but be reminded of the Shakespearean line/idiom “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. It's as if the struggles of this year's team has brought together an amalgamation of the disparate dregs of this forum (your disenfranchised Knight fans, Crean supporters, PUkes, pUKes and other random ne'er-do-wells, scalawags and malcontents) to form a rather peculiar association under the "Fire Archie Miller" banner.

I am impressed by the fact that they coalesced here, especially considering their busy schedules of writing erotic Bob Knight fan fiction, watching a loop of "It's Indiana" from the Crean hiring presser, fantasizing about what it would be like to have all those "dusty old banners" hanging in Mackey Arena while struggling to come up with a second line to their "IU Sucks" chant, or in the case of the pUKes just having a non-incestuous thought other than how much meth they can buy with the change they found under the cushions of the couch in their front yard. It says alot when they can put aside their differences long enough to come together for such an endeavor.

And while I am sure they only have Indiana University's bests interests at heart, there is a limit to just how much good will a body can stand. So I take my leave of this place temporarily, and will return @ a date, time and with the handle of my choosing. Keep fighting the bad fight ye of low IQ and questionable intent, duty calls me to yet another weekend of serving my liege (wife).

Why would PUke fans want Archie Miller fired?

 

[jacksback]

Some people find personal fulfillment in obeying authority figures who in this case is....a wife. It happens in the work place and in this case....the home.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Do you have one of those hairless cats sitting on your lap?

 

[GregHaggard]

Reading the forums as of late, I can't help but be reminded of the Shakespearean line/idiom “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. It's as if the struggles of this year's team has brought together an amalgamation of the disparate dregs of this forum (your disenfranchised Knight fans, Crean supporters, PUkes, pUKes and other random ne'er-do-wells, scalawags and malcontents) to form a rather peculiar association under the "Fire Archie Miller" banner.

I am impressed by the fact that they coalesced here, especially considering their busy schedules of writing erotic Bob Knight fan fiction, watching a loop of "It's Indiana" from the Crean hiring presser, fantasizing about what it would be like to have all those "dusty old banners" hanging in Mackey Arena while struggling to come up with a second line to their "IU Sucks" chant, or in the case of the pUKes just having a non-incestuous thought other than how much meth they can buy with the change they found under the cushions of the couch in their front yard. It says alot when they can put aside their differences long enough to come together for such an endeavor.

And while I am sure they only have Indiana University's bests interests at heart, there is a limit to just how much good will a body can stand. So I take my leave of this place temporarily, and will return @ a date, time and with the handle of my choosing. Keep fighting the bad fight ye of low IQ and questionable intent, duty calls me to yet another weekend of serving my liege (wife).

You forgot to add yourself among the chattel, the guy who throws out every negative stereotype he can think of.....and doesn't seem to have a side.

 

[VanPastorMan]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

I was thinking that you turned out ok even with all your past. But then you mentioned Loogootee. By the way. Loogootee has a problem. They have to take down signs and repaint the water tower because Jack Butcher is listed as the all time wins coach in Indiana High School History.

 

[WiskyHoosier]

Do you have one of those hairless cats sitting on your lap?

Was wondering if anyone else got it

 

[82IU]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Oooohhh Beeehhaaavveee!

 

[IU? I'm Fine]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Modoc huh? Well, for a minute I thought you were from Losantville. Whew...too close for comfort.

 

[coachv jr]

Reading the forums as of late, I can't help but be reminded of the Shakespearean line/idiom “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. It's as if the struggles of this year's team has brought together an amalgamation of the disparate dregs of this forum (your disenfranchised Knight fans, Crean supporters, PUkes, pUKes and other random ne'er-do-wells, scalawags and malcontents) to form a rather peculiar association under the "Fire Archie Miller" banner.

I am impressed by the fact that they coalesced here, especially considering their busy schedules of writing erotic Bob Knight fan fiction, watching a loop of "It's Indiana" from the Crean hiring presser, fantasizing about what it would be like to have all those "dusty old banners" hanging in Mackey Arena while struggling to come up with a second line to their "IU Sucks" chant, or in the case of the pUKes just having a non-incestuous thought other than how much meth they can buy with the change they found under the cushions of the couch in their front yard. It says alot when they can put aside their differences long enough to come together for such an endeavor.

And while I am sure they only have Indiana University's bests interests at heart, there is a limit to just how much good will a body can stand. So I take my leave of this place temporarily, and will return @ a date, time and with the handle of my choosing. Keep fighting the bad fight ye of low IQ and questionable intent, duty calls me to yet another weekend of serving my liege (wife).

i heard a whip crack

 

[Columbus-Boiler]

Why would PUke fans want Archie Miller fired?

I don’t want Archie fired. While he may end up good coach, so far all we know is he can’t do more with less so far. He’s an unknown. How could anyone in the B1G want him gone at this point? (IUfans excepted. They need to make their own judgement)

 

[CriticArisen]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential but very well, since you seem interested where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-loathing boilermaker from West Lafayette with cleft palate, hair lip and a penchant for bestiality. My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute from Lexington with two lazy eyes by the name of Junebug. We lived in an outhouse on the edge of Modoc. My father would chase anything with a tail, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the motion offense. Some times he would accuse basketball players of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Loogootee, banjo lessons. In the spring we'd make possum helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a tater sack and beaten like Neil Reed, pretty standard stuff really. At the age of 12 I received my first Pall Mall. By the age of fourteen, a goat farmer named Cleetus ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Just remember scion of evil-

A day may come when the courage of Hoosiers fail, when we forsake the IU program and break all bonds of fandom…but it is not this day. An hour of loss and shattered players, when the age of Hoosier Hysteria comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, men of Indiana. Be not afraid of the Administration. [/QUOTE]

 

[Big Red Crimson Buffalo]

Just remember scion of evil-

A day may come when the courage of Hoosiers fail, when we forsake the IU program and break all bonds of fandom…but it is not this day. An hour of loss and shattered players, when the age of Hoosier Hysteria comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, men of Indiana. Be not afraid of the Administration.

[/QUOTE]

This sounds like something McRobbie would say before he unveiled one of his goofy academic projects.

Heard he wants to convert Assembly Hall into a giant aquarium and load it up with sea creatures that are native to the Australian shorelines. He plans to move the basketball games to Bedford North Lawrence.

 

[Tru2Irish]

Reading the forums as of late, I can't help but be reminded of the Shakespearean line/idiom “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. It's as if the struggles of this year's team has brought together an amalgamation of the disparate dregs of this forum (your disenfranchised Knight fans, Crean supporters, PUkes, pUKes and other random ne'er-do-wells, scalawags and malcontents) to form a rather peculiar association under the "Fire Archie Miller" banner.

I am impressed by the fact that they coalesced here, especially considering their busy schedules of writing erotic Bob Knight fan fiction, watching a loop of "It's Indiana" from the Crean hiring presser, fantasizing about what it would be like to have all those "dusty old banners" hanging in Mackey Arena while struggling to come up with a second line to their "IU Sucks" chant, or in the case of the pUKes just having a non-incestuous thought other than how much meth they can buy with the change they found under the cushions of the couch in their front yard. It says alot when they can put aside their differences long enough to come together for such an endeavor.

And while I am sure they only have Indiana University's bests interests at heart, there is a limit to just how much good will a body can stand. So I take my leave of this place temporarily, and will return @ a date, time and with the handle of my choosing. Keep fighting the bad fight ye of low IQ and questionable intent, duty calls me to yet another weekend of serving my liege (wife).

Narcissist=All 4 you. Enough said.

 

[go_iu]

Reading the forums as of late, I can't help but be reminded of the Shakespearean line/idiom “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. It's as if the struggles of this year's team has brought together an amalgamation of the disparate dregs of this forum (your disenfranchised Knight fans, Crean supporters, PUkes, pUKes and other random ne'er-do-wells, scalawags and malcontents) to form a rather peculiar association under the "Fire Archie Miller" banner. Stupid, save it for you f'n term paper so you english professor can jerk off to it

I am impressed by the fact that they coalesced here, especially considering their busy schedules of writing erotic Bob Knight fan fiction, watching a loop of "It's Indiana" from the Crean hiring presser, fantasizing about what it would be like to have all those "dusty old banners" hanging in Mackey Arena while struggling to come up with a second line to their "IU Sucks" chant, or in the case of the pUKes just having a non-incestuous thought other than how much meth they can buy with the change they found under the cushions of the couch in their front yard. It says alot when they can put aside their differences long enough to come together for such an endeavor.

And while I am sure they only have Indiana University's bests interests at heart, there is a limit to just how much good will a body can stand. So I take my leave of this place temporarily, and will return @ a date, time and with the handle of my choosing. Keep fighting the bad fight ye of low IQ and questionable intent, duty calls me to yet another weekend of serving my liege (wife).

 

[PhxFiveOh]

 

[CriticArisen]

This sounds like something McRobbie would say before he unveiled one of his goofy academic projects.

Heard he wants to convert Assembly Hall into a giant aquarium and load it up with sea creatures that are native to the Australian shorelines. He plans to move the basketball games to Bedford North Lawrence.[/QUOTE]
He would surely like to have a great white shark exhibit as well as a croc exhibit and use the hoi polloi basketball fans to reduce feeding costs.

 

[go_iu]

This sounds like something McRobbie would say before he unveiled one of his goofy academic projects.

Heard he wants to convert Assembly Hall into a giant aquarium and load it up with sea creatures that are native to the Australian shorelines. He plans to move the basketball games to Bedford North Lawrence.

JHC .. stop dreaming, that's too funny but maybe all too real … he doesn't need ideas
He would surely like to have a great white shark exhibit as well as a croc exhibit and use the hoi polloi basketball fans to reduce feeding costs.[/QUOTE]

 

[go_iu]

I’d call that post a throwback to the old Star News forum days. Nice work. It’s a bunch of masturbatory BS, but, nonetheless, it took me back

Yes , we may know this ahole, and I probably know you if you go back to star board. That was fun times, there is a need for moderation, but peegs sucked and I'm glad he's out of biz, in fact I'll happily say **** him and his mods up the ass all day long … guess what … I bet I don't get banned, because some rational people get humour here.

 

[CriticArisen]

This sounds like something McRobbie would say before he unveiled one of his goofy academic projects.

Heard he wants to convert Assembly Hall into a giant aquarium and load it up with sea creatures that are native to the Australian shorelines. He plans to move the basketball games to Bedford North Lawrence.[/QUOTE]

Yes , we may know this ahole, and I probably know you if you go back to star board. That was fun times, there is a need for moderation, but peegs sucked and I'm glad he's out of biz, in fact I'll happily say **** him and his mods up the ass all day long … guess what … I bet I don't get banned, because some rational people get humour here.

The star board was great. Everyone enjoyed it.