Originally posted by StarrmanYou think you're at a disadvantage? I've never seen yellow snow, and only a tiny amount of snow. Ever.
Can someone explain the term soccer mom to me? I'm British and obviously too quaint to have come across such a phrase.
On the subject of yellow snow, I advise rubbing into someone's beady little eyes with a vigarous circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined to take the place of the mudshark in new mythology. Here it goes now, the circular motion! Rub it!
Originally posted by hopscotchTo build your yellow snowman you will need lots of tea.
This is just my personal opinion, but if I found a bag of yellow snow I would spurn the gaggle of soccer moms that were rapidly approaching my location. I would hastily enter the cave at the foot of the mountain and proceed to build a yellow snowman in protest of soccer and mom being used together in the same phrase, and my snowman would fill me with the g ...[text shortened]... would be enough to win the battle? After that, well, then I'd go home and plant a cherry tree.
Or better yet, hops and barley.
And whiskey. Lots of whiskey.
Keep in mind the tea (optional) or better yet, the hops and barley are for the yellow snowman.
The whiskey is for coping with the soccer moms...
Don't forget to keep your left up.
Originally posted by Frank BurnsThank you kindly, Mr Burns. I can tell from the obviously compassionate tone of your post that you care deeply for the rebellion against this tide of soccer-momania, and, to be quite honest, I feel that through our mutual cause we've grown a new bond of brotherhood right here on these forums. Within the brotherhood my confidence has soared to new heights and I no longer feel the need to take the little yellow pills anymore. Furthermore, I say unto thee, soccer-moms of the world:
To build your yellow snowman you will need lots of tea... [text shortened]... Don't forget to keep your left up.
You may crush our pride with your arms a folded
You may crush our spirits with your minivans a rollin
You may harvest our smiles with your sensible shoes
And you may wipe our rears with firm unpolished hands
But you will never, never
Never
Stop us from drinking behind your back
When you go on holiday with dad
And we throw big parties
That you'll never know about
Originally posted by hopscotchThat's beautiful dude!
Thank you kindly, Mr Burns. I can tell from the obviously compassionate tone of your post that you care deeply for the rebellion against this tide of soccer-momania, and, to be quite honest, I feel that through our mutual cause we've grown a new bond of brotherhood right here on these forums. Within the brotherhood my confidence has soared to new heights ...[text shortened]... back
When you go on holiday with dad
And we throw big parties
That you'll never know about
In brotherhood
Frank
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Originally posted by StarrmanOK Starrman,
I still don't understand what the term Soccer Mum means...
From my research and exploration I've determined that the phenom known as the Soccer Moms in Mini Vans (SMMVs) originated in and first infested the Pacific Northwest here in America. Although they seem to have spread rapidly and are on a fast pace to cover the world in epidemic porportions.
They are a vile unfeeling, tactless, rude, and dangerous breed with brains that have a foundation of mush. They feed on greasy fast food and are fortified by liquor. Vodka. Cheap Vodka. Lots of cheap Vodka. The drive at breakneck speeds throughout theirs and the surrounding neiborhoods paying no attention to speed zones, stop signs or other posted regulations. They operate hideous little vans which long ago replaced the station wagon made of good old Detroit iron. These hideous little vans are crammed full of snot nosed, booger eating, horrendous smelling, loud, obnoxious, and rude children. SMMV's take turns sheparding their own and the neiborhoods neglected kids to soccer practice/games. Swerving in and out of traffic, blasting through yellow and often times red lights in their haste to reach the practice or game site where they lock the kids out of and themselves in these wretched little autos. It is then they pull their carefully stashed pint of emergency Vodka from under the seat and slowly guzzle themselves into mental oblivion while the children run roughshod around the park setting. When their vision and physical dexterity has cleared to where they can operate the motor vehical with one eye closed the rotten kids are once again unceremoniously loaded into the death wagon and shot home like a pinball careening off the flippers of your favorite machine.
There you have it. The Readers Digest version. I will not explain what a Readers Digest is and if you ask me I'm coming over to your place...
And do not mix the SMMV with the BBSUV (Blond Bimbo driving a Sports Utility Vehical). Another Pacific Northwest phenom I will discuss in a later post.
Perhaps Hopscotch can fill in any blanks I may have inadvertently left open.
Your bro',
Frank
Originally posted by Frank BurnsFreaky stuff...
OK Starrman,
From my research and exploration I've determined that the phenom known as the Soccer Moms in Mini Vans (SMMVs) originated in and first infested the Pacific Northwest here in America. Although they seem to have spread rapidly and are on a fast pace to cover the world in epidemic porportions.
They are a vile unfeeling, tactless, rude, an ...[text shortened]... rhaps Hopscotch can fill in any blanks I may have inadvertently left open.
Your bro',
Frank
Originally posted by Frank BurnsAhh I see, thank you for the explanation.
OK Starrman,
From my research and exploration I've determined that the phenom known as the Soccer Moms in Mini Vans (SMMVs) originated in and first infested the Pacific Northwest here in America. Although they seem to have spread rapidly and are on a fast pace to cover the world in epidemic porportions.
They are a vile unfeeling, tactless, rude, an ...[text shortened]... rhaps Hopscotch can fill in any blanks I may have inadvertently left open.
Your bro',
Frank
You will be glad to know I am aware of the phenomenon called readers digest so I think both of us can breathe a sigh of relief that you will not be headed round to my house 🙂