Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
since the labor agreement fell threw pro day won't happen. That leaves the players out. Maybe the teams will still show up looking for someone who know something about the spread. AS Hemmi Youngman said " take my coach's please"
- Flipper
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Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
The NFL draft is still going to be held. Once again you have made yourself look like an ill-informed dumbass...
It's not the fall that hurts...it's when you hit the ground.
Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
Yet another drunken post by the birdman...aka BM! We should start a seperate thread for all of those. That'd make for some good reading! 
"to be the man, you have to beat the man!"
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You know I try to ignore everything BM says, but my computer won't stay logged into the site for more than a few days at a time, so I always end up coming back to find that something ridiculous and embarrassing has been posted yet again.
BG '10
Attended more games than any responsible student should have.
Attended more games than any responsible student should have.
Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
From what I've noticed, BM's posted are usually after 9pm......So he's either drunk, or all jacked up on Mt. Dew!
"to be the man, you have to beat the man!"
Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
Or has done his 6th grade homework and given one hour to get online by his parents.
Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
I fixed it for you ...gmartin wrote:Or has done his 3rd grade homework and given one hour to get online by his parents.
MarkL has spoken.
You may all now return to your daily lives.
You may all now return to your daily lives.
- Redwingtom
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Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
Maybe he lives in the part of BG that is in the Pacific Time Zone?
Redwingtom
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Lot of love on this board. I seem to bring out the best in all of you. As far as THE DRAFT just on paper and the team has their rights no signing bonus,no contract, no mini camp Nothing, The DRAFT is for peaple who have no lives and nothing better to do than to pick on birdman. So Have fun watching the tube and see how long it takes before anyone picks a falcon. The last time a falcon was picked in the draft was when Lincoln posed for the penny. Yes we have had a few and my hats off to them. I"ll let the cat out of the bag. I am a current player and these coach's have to go. The program is in total melt down and when spring ball starts on the 17 come out and check out what I mean. I have to get back to study table, have a test on Thursday in cooking, last test I took I burned my fingers on a hot pan and can't hold onto the ball. see ya all on the 17 look for my fingers taped on my left hand 
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Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
BM isn't worth the toilet paper I wipe by backside with...the ignore button is the best feature on the site.
Michael W.
BGSU-12 TIME MAC CHAMPION
FALCON FOOTBALL ROCKS!
BGSU-12 TIME MAC CHAMPION
FALCON FOOTBALL ROCKS!
Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
Random question: Is impersonating a player a bannable offense?birdman wrote:... I"ll let the cat out of the bag. I am a current player and these coach's have to go. The program is in total melt down and when spring ball starts on the 17 come out and check out what I mean. I have to get back to study table, have a test on Thursday in cooking, last test I took I burned my fingers on a hot pan and can't hold onto the ball. see ya all on the 17 look for my fingers taped on my left hand
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Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
YES!
P-l-e-a-s-e ?
P-l-e-a-s-e ?
Show our Spirit,
Make them Fear it,
Fight for Dear Bee Gee.
Make them Fear it,
Fight for Dear Bee Gee.
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Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
If this guy is a player, the whole program needs to be banned.
Playa? Perhaps.
Playa? Perhaps.
Redwingtom
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Re: Pro Day March 15 At Bowling Green
If you don't want to read his posts, then you can add him to your personal ban list using the control panel.Zig wrote: Random question: Is impersonating a player a bannable offense?
He has the right to freedom of speech (no matter how stupid and ridiculous it is).
I found this at another link last night. Maybe this will help you deal with birdman -
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?
You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a
nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.
You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God
created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the
slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.
Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop
around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You think that HTTP://WWW.GUYMACON.COM/FUN/INSULT/INDEX.HTM is the name of a rock band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you.
Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother
opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted
boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.
You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny
clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature;
_Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.
You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel.
You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.
It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled
far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to
a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid.
Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of
stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic
opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't
really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a
load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more
success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering.
But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like
parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable,
belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.
http://www.guymacon.com/FUN/INSULT/INDEX.HTM
I personally liked -
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted
boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
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