Insult me here...

Your mother was a hamster, and your father smells of elderberries.

 

No wonder I managed to snatch Cuddyer right out from under you.

 

Can't do it, because I've reached the same milestone.

 

Just when I was about to declare jgmacg the winner with his propaganda, here comes novelist with a Monty Python reference.

Well played.

 

Comrade Lenin, shown here relaxing in the TV room of the Kremlin, is himself a mirthful person.

"I am very much to be enjoying the postmodern deconstructionist comedies of the Monty Python bourgouisie, and will often laugh and laugh at them. As I do now."

 

That's cold. Perfect stuff.

 

Zeke, you have taken Troy Tulowitzki Bobblehead Day and turned it into a joke. I hope you are happy.

Merry Half-Price Semi-Fresh Bahama Mama Sausage Day.

 

Admit it. You're just ecstatic that I made 10K before you made 20.

Happy Thank You.

 

Zeke, if you were any dumber, you would be part of George Bush's foreign policy team.

 

Bless you, your holiness.

 

Zeke, I am going to make up for it. Here is a compliment: You sure taught your mother how to fuck well.

 

Listen to me Zeke, you fuck. You did a lot of shit here. You played a lot of fucking cards and made a lot of people do a lot of fucking things they didn’t want to do. This is true. We both know this is true. You, Zeke, are a gaping asshole. We both know this. Fuck if everybody on SportsJournalists.com doesn’t know it. But fuck if I’m gonna stand here and say you did a single fucking thing to ruin SportsJournalists.com. You did not do this, you fucking hear me? This is not on you. No, it isn’t, asshole. Believe it or not, everything isn’t about you. And the motherfucker saying this, he hates your guts, Zeke. So you know if it was on you, I’d be the son of a bitch to say so. Shit went bad. You posted 10,000 times for the company. That’s the only lesson here.