BTW - Sarge Says "Hi"
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46&2 Loves the Quad
46&2 loves the Quad and says he tries to log on every day. He is especially impressed at how much smarter all the members of the Quad are than he is, "except that dude Sader", he says.
46&2 once killed a man in Etowah who disrespected the Sugar Hill Gang. After serving a short time in Atmore, he joined the Army where he could kill people without any punishment
"It was fun, but I got tired of it at times," he says. "After you've killed about 200-300 people, the thrill starts to ebb a bit." After the Army, he moved back to Alabama.
"Alabama was where I felt most comfortable. It stinks less than Mississippi."
When asked about his favorite Quad poster, he has a quick answer.
"Sarge," he said. "That guy is like a God to me...I worship him."
"Someday I hope to start a church where we do nothing but talk about how wonderful Sarge is."
Even as a relatively new Quad Poster, 46&2 has set posting records for most sheep pictures, most posts referencing Les Claypool, and most obscure LSD references.
Given 46&2's background, most posters don't realize just how thoughtful, intelligent, and caring he is.
"I like puppies, kittens, ABBA, flowers, backrubs, long bubble baths, stuff like that," he says.
"I want to work hard on getting more in touch with my feminine side - I often wonder what it's like to be a woman and to, you know, really contact that space in my own way."
Notes: 46&2 has three outside children and bad case of chlamydia.
46& 2 has been stoned at more than 45 different rock concerts, 15 tractor pulls, 7 football games, and 1 piano recital. Regarding this, he says, "Do what now?"
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Why I'm Suspended From TI
What?© Stump 2007-10-29 07:12:11
Stump Jones
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Oct 26
I was just wondering if you could explain to me what you consider to be vulgar and what is not vulgar.
Thanks
Stump
Dalton Orr
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Oct 28
It's probably not going to matter, Stump. We are pretty sure we are going to be closing down The Quad soon anyway.
Dalton
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Read Suspension 3d 2007-11-01 08:18:55 Inappropriate to the purpose of the forum Send me the email from Dalton that we're closing down the Quad. rodney@tiderinsider.com
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For the record, I have talked with Rodney at length and he has explained to me the error of my ways. I made a bad joke that caused him a great deal of grief. Rodney made it a point to tell me that he enjoyed the Quad and has never considered shutting it down.
Again, it was a bad joke on my part.
I didnt even think it was all that good of a stir myself.
Stump Jones
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Oct 26
I was just wondering if you could explain to me what you consider to be vulgar and what is not vulgar.
Thanks
Stump
Dalton Orr
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Oct 28
It's probably not going to matter, Stump. We are pretty sure we are going to be closing down The Quad soon anyway.
Dalton
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For the record, I have talked with Rodney at length and he has explained to me the error of my ways. I made a bad joke that caused him a great deal of grief. Rodney made it a point to tell me that he enjoyed the Quad and has never considered shutting it down.
Again, it was a bad joke on my part.
I didnt even think it was all that good of a stir myself.
Rush Propst
So Ol’ Rush, The Ol’ High School Coach, The Ding decided to step down at Hoover U? I have talked with people who say, I knew the first time I saw Rush talk that he was an ass, or, Did you see how he talked to those kids on that show?
Honestly, I could have told you people that a long time ago, even before he went on to fame and fortune there at Hoover U. You see, Rush is from Ohatchee. He is river scum. Before Rush, the most famous person from Ohatchee was the guy that caught an 83 pound catfish down at the Ohatchee Dam. Him, or the guy that goes around town selling homemade pies (peach, apple or pecan).
Like the saying everyone knows, You can take the trash out of the trailer park but you cant take the trailer park out of the trash (think Britney Spears), there is a saying in this part of Alabama, You can take the clodhopper out of Ohatchee but you cant take the Ohatchee out of the clodhopper. Ohatchee is in his talk. Ohatchee is in his hair. Ohatchee in his blood. Ohatchee is ingrained into his very soul.
A perfect example of Ohatchee thinking was witnessed by everyone last night when Rush said; I want everyone to know that I had an affair. I’m human blah…blah….blah….blah.
The word affair, to me, sounds like one or two sexcapades in some dirty motel that has jizz stained sheets and rents rooms by the hour. He has a second family living somewhere. That’s not an affair – Mormonish, yes, but affair that is not, yet Rush honestly thinks what he did is "just an affair". He made a mistake. The devil took hold of his pole and made him make a mistake. It's ok now, though, because he has dropped to his knees and asked for forgiveness. That is Ohatchee. Rush doesnt know that Beelzebub isnt the one influencing him, it's his heritage, his pedigree.
Rush Propst. The name itself sounds like a 3rd rate porn star.
I really don’t blame Rush for this, though. I blame Ohatchee. There used to be this store in Ohatchee called “Red’s Tavern”. It was just like Ike Godsey’s General Merchandise and Red was just like Ike Godsey. You would walk into the store and the first thing you had to do was step over Red’s prized coon dog “Jim”. The store had a pot-belly stove, two old guys sitting in rocking chairs playin’ checkers and the hearty aroma of horse feed and hard candy. I used to love going in that store with my Paw-Paw and listening to the old guys talk about football and telling their latest fishing stories.
Red ran his store like Ike did, too. He would buy local goods and sell it in his store. He also allowed people to have a line of credit. Red was Old School and he didn’t change when Ohatchee went from Small Town Alabama to Meth Capital of Alabama, so people started taking advantage of Red. They would run-up a huge bill and stick Red with it. Eventually, Red closed down the store and died in an abandoned camper on the outskirts of town. He made sure he didn't die in Ohatchee.
Today, Red’s store is a gathering place for meth-heads, gutterpups and loose women. That is Ohatchee. It is the 1930’s mixed with Compton, West Virginia and Mexico. That is Rush Propst’s home.
Citizens of Ohatchee should not be allowed to leave the city limits because things like Rush’s situation happen, and while that is common for Ohatchee, it tends to shock people that aren’t from that hell hole.
What truly, truly amazes me, though, is that the high-ups there at Hoover were so blind to the Ohatchee monster that is Rush Probst. Not only did they allow him to coach their children for years, but they also allowed MTV to come in and air their dirty laundry for the whole world to see. That’s like putting Michael Jackson in charge of a Boy Scout Troop or going down on Paris Hilton, it’s just moronic. These people should be packing their bags right along with Rush.
Did you see that one episode of Two-A-Days when Rush went back to Ohatchee? When he visited his parents graves and then went to see his grandmother? One of his cousins that they put on the show was wearing a J&K Logging shirt, coaching shorts and a heavy five-o-clock shadow and she was the best looking one of the bunch. His grandmother? She looked like an Ebola corpse lying there on her bed puffing on an unfiltered Luck Strike and singing Rush's praises. That is Ohatchee.
Rush should be forced back into Ohatchee and out of the public spotlight.
I do, however, have to give Rush props for making it as far as he has in life. He has made Ohatchee proud, I'm sure.
Honestly, I could have told you people that a long time ago, even before he went on to fame and fortune there at Hoover U. You see, Rush is from Ohatchee. He is river scum. Before Rush, the most famous person from Ohatchee was the guy that caught an 83 pound catfish down at the Ohatchee Dam. Him, or the guy that goes around town selling homemade pies (peach, apple or pecan).
Like the saying everyone knows, You can take the trash out of the trailer park but you cant take the trailer park out of the trash (think Britney Spears), there is a saying in this part of Alabama, You can take the clodhopper out of Ohatchee but you cant take the Ohatchee out of the clodhopper. Ohatchee is in his talk. Ohatchee is in his hair. Ohatchee in his blood. Ohatchee is ingrained into his very soul.
A perfect example of Ohatchee thinking was witnessed by everyone last night when Rush said; I want everyone to know that I had an affair. I’m human blah…blah….blah….blah.
The word affair, to me, sounds like one or two sexcapades in some dirty motel that has jizz stained sheets and rents rooms by the hour. He has a second family living somewhere. That’s not an affair – Mormonish, yes, but affair that is not, yet Rush honestly thinks what he did is "just an affair". He made a mistake. The devil took hold of his pole and made him make a mistake. It's ok now, though, because he has dropped to his knees and asked for forgiveness. That is Ohatchee. Rush doesnt know that Beelzebub isnt the one influencing him, it's his heritage, his pedigree.
Rush Propst. The name itself sounds like a 3rd rate porn star.
I really don’t blame Rush for this, though. I blame Ohatchee. There used to be this store in Ohatchee called “Red’s Tavern”. It was just like Ike Godsey’s General Merchandise and Red was just like Ike Godsey. You would walk into the store and the first thing you had to do was step over Red’s prized coon dog “Jim”. The store had a pot-belly stove, two old guys sitting in rocking chairs playin’ checkers and the hearty aroma of horse feed and hard candy. I used to love going in that store with my Paw-Paw and listening to the old guys talk about football and telling their latest fishing stories.
Red ran his store like Ike did, too. He would buy local goods and sell it in his store. He also allowed people to have a line of credit. Red was Old School and he didn’t change when Ohatchee went from Small Town Alabama to Meth Capital of Alabama, so people started taking advantage of Red. They would run-up a huge bill and stick Red with it. Eventually, Red closed down the store and died in an abandoned camper on the outskirts of town. He made sure he didn't die in Ohatchee.
Today, Red’s store is a gathering place for meth-heads, gutterpups and loose women. That is Ohatchee. It is the 1930’s mixed with Compton, West Virginia and Mexico. That is Rush Propst’s home.
Citizens of Ohatchee should not be allowed to leave the city limits because things like Rush’s situation happen, and while that is common for Ohatchee, it tends to shock people that aren’t from that hell hole.
What truly, truly amazes me, though, is that the high-ups there at Hoover were so blind to the Ohatchee monster that is Rush Probst. Not only did they allow him to coach their children for years, but they also allowed MTV to come in and air their dirty laundry for the whole world to see. That’s like putting Michael Jackson in charge of a Boy Scout Troop or going down on Paris Hilton, it’s just moronic. These people should be packing their bags right along with Rush.
Did you see that one episode of Two-A-Days when Rush went back to Ohatchee? When he visited his parents graves and then went to see his grandmother? One of his cousins that they put on the show was wearing a J&K Logging shirt, coaching shorts and a heavy five-o-clock shadow and she was the best looking one of the bunch. His grandmother? She looked like an Ebola corpse lying there on her bed puffing on an unfiltered Luck Strike and singing Rush's praises. That is Ohatchee.
Rush should be forced back into Ohatchee and out of the public spotlight.
I do, however, have to give Rush props for making it as far as he has in life. He has made Ohatchee proud, I'm sure.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Grievances
My Sister: Honestly, I am disgusted over the fact that I came from the same womb as you did. You truly are a load that Daddy should have shot into a steaming pile of cow shit because that is exactly what you are.
Words like gutter-slut and hussy and strumpet and whore are too good for you. I will simply call you Bush Pig.
You are just nasty. A boot-licking-cock-craving-bush-pig-whore. You are the Britney Spears panty crust of society.
You slept with a homeless guy! How does someone even get to that point in their life? You are a mother of 3 kids. You arent supposed to act like a coked out Lindsey Lohan.
Our parents have been making excuses for you since you were a kid. We all know that you almost died, and maybe that brush with death did affect your brain in some way, but that in no way gives you the right to live you life like you do. Its not brain damage that is causing you to shoot yourself up with God knows what.
Newflash for you: A meth lab is not a home....its a damn meth lab. And that ditch donkey you are married to is the caucasian version of Mike Tyson.
Yes, you do need to go to rehab.......again. And, yes, the world would be better off if you were to drowned in a pool of whale urine.
Quad Posters Who E-mailed Rodney Thinking The Quad Was Ending: Not much to say here other than you are all a bunch of imbecilic twits. I, Stump Jones, posted that. When has anyone, especially Quad posters, believed anything I have ever posted? You deserve to be hit in the face with a lumberjack chain and shit on by that mangy big foot that is all over the tv right now.
Props To BK23 for stepping up her battle with glen curtis:
There once was a man named Glen Curtis
All us ladies were afraid he would hurt us.
His closeted ways
Made him want us to pay
For being unable to serve us.
His boasts and his bragging did puzzle
For no women did WE see him nuzzle
And due to his stature
We thought it more natural
That he'd rather suck on a gun muzzle
A man crush he did have on a lineman
And admittedly he was a fine one
For riding the pine
And toeing the line
When his linesman was being a hymen
To this bag of douche please raise your glass
For no one is quite in his class
In sitting out games
And dropping big names
In smallness of size
He's no big surprise
He picks on the ladies
To much protesting maybe?
He is what he loves and that's ass.
Nicely done.
ricksteel: Did I sleep with your wife or are you just another lowly member of the TI society that longs to be me? Do you really think you are gaining anything by attacking me?
Honestly, you really don't deserve the thought I have given you already. I am better than you. You know that and I know that. Just accept it and move on with your sorry existence.
Roll Tide
Words like gutter-slut and hussy and strumpet and whore are too good for you. I will simply call you Bush Pig.
You are just nasty. A boot-licking-cock-craving-bush-pig-whore. You are the Britney Spears panty crust of society.
You slept with a homeless guy! How does someone even get to that point in their life? You are a mother of 3 kids. You arent supposed to act like a coked out Lindsey Lohan.
Our parents have been making excuses for you since you were a kid. We all know that you almost died, and maybe that brush with death did affect your brain in some way, but that in no way gives you the right to live you life like you do. Its not brain damage that is causing you to shoot yourself up with God knows what.
Newflash for you: A meth lab is not a home....its a damn meth lab. And that ditch donkey you are married to is the caucasian version of Mike Tyson.
Yes, you do need to go to rehab.......again. And, yes, the world would be better off if you were to drowned in a pool of whale urine.
Quad Posters Who E-mailed Rodney Thinking The Quad Was Ending: Not much to say here other than you are all a bunch of imbecilic twits. I, Stump Jones, posted that. When has anyone, especially Quad posters, believed anything I have ever posted? You deserve to be hit in the face with a lumberjack chain and shit on by that mangy big foot that is all over the tv right now.
Props To BK23 for stepping up her battle with glen curtis:
There once was a man named Glen Curtis
All us ladies were afraid he would hurt us.
His closeted ways
Made him want us to pay
For being unable to serve us.
His boasts and his bragging did puzzle
For no women did WE see him nuzzle
And due to his stature
We thought it more natural
That he'd rather suck on a gun muzzle
A man crush he did have on a lineman
And admittedly he was a fine one
For riding the pine
And toeing the line
When his linesman was being a hymen
To this bag of douche please raise your glass
For no one is quite in his class
In sitting out games
And dropping big names
In smallness of size
He's no big surprise
He picks on the ladies
To much protesting maybe?
He is what he loves and that's ass.
Nicely done.
ricksteel: Did I sleep with your wife or are you just another lowly member of the TI society that longs to be me? Do you really think you are gaining anything by attacking me?
Honestly, you really don't deserve the thought I have given you already. I am better than you. You know that and I know that. Just accept it and move on with your sorry existence.
Roll Tide
Friday, October 26, 2007
I hate you, Jana
Jana, you are a whore and I hate your guts. I would have no problem watching you get eaten alive by a pack of hungry gars or raped by a well endowed Kodiak bear.
Why are you such a damn bitch? I know for a damn fact that you are spending the child support money I give you on beer, sex toys and porno movies for you and the many men that grace that slutish little gash you call a vagina.
I still can't believe I was stupid enough to marry you. Granted, you fuck like a porn star on ecstasy, but that's about all you have going for you other than your tits and your fathers beach house.
I honestly pray that you are striken with a bevy of venereal diseases that rots you from the inside out and takes years to slowly kill you.
I am sick and tired of your shit, and don't think for one minute that I don't know its you and your group of gang-bang buddies that continue to vandalize my house. I havent retaliated because you are the mother of my son, but if you continue to do this I am going to destroy your ass!
I still have that tape we made and don't make the mistake of thinking I am above sending a copy of that to your dad. How do you think he would like it seeing his little girl sucking sausage like the slut that she is?
I'm tired of the phone calls and your constant demands for more money and you cutting my time with Luke short; I'm tired of you.
Yes, I posted a picture of you here, and if you don't stop, I am going to spread pictures of you around faster than a bad chain e-mail.
It ends today.
Why are you such a damn bitch? I know for a damn fact that you are spending the child support money I give you on beer, sex toys and porno movies for you and the many men that grace that slutish little gash you call a vagina.
I still can't believe I was stupid enough to marry you. Granted, you fuck like a porn star on ecstasy, but that's about all you have going for you other than your tits and your fathers beach house.
I honestly pray that you are striken with a bevy of venereal diseases that rots you from the inside out and takes years to slowly kill you.
I am sick and tired of your shit, and don't think for one minute that I don't know its you and your group of gang-bang buddies that continue to vandalize my house. I havent retaliated because you are the mother of my son, but if you continue to do this I am going to destroy your ass!
I still have that tape we made and don't make the mistake of thinking I am above sending a copy of that to your dad. How do you think he would like it seeing his little girl sucking sausage like the slut that she is?
I'm tired of the phone calls and your constant demands for more money and you cutting my time with Luke short; I'm tired of you.
Yes, I posted a picture of you here, and if you don't stop, I am going to spread pictures of you around faster than a bad chain e-mail.
It ends today.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Melissa
I ran into a girl I used to rail on back in the early days of college career. At that time she was quite portly. I'd say she is 5'8ish and she probably went close to 190 back then. Melissa was the standard "booty-call" or "hump-buddy" that some of you may of had back during your wilder days.
Eventually, she found a boyfriend, got saved and married the guy. I had not heard from her in years.
So, two months ago, I went to watch my nephew's football team play. As I'm standing in line to get some nachos and a drink, I hear, "Stump!, Stump! It's me, Melissa."
What stood before me was no beefer. This girl was trim and she looked like sex in a sun dress. Melissa had gone from a drunk lay to an instant twitcher. I was dumbfounded as we stood there talking about the past and what all had happened in her life over the last several years. She is still married to the guy she married in college, she has her teaching degree (elementary) but she is a stay at home mom. We talked for a little while and then as the conversation was ending, I asked if she would like to grab some lunch sometime. She said she loved that idea and gave me her phone #.
Over the next week we ate lunch 5 times. It was more like old friends catching up rather than long lost hump-buddies chatting, but ultimately our conversations turned to sex. If I have ever learned anything about women, it’s that once you get them talking about sex, it’s not long until her panties are lying on the floor and she is skinning your pole like an experienced fur trapper. This theory, once again, rang true.
She was not the same lay she was back during college. Back then, she didn’t get into a lot of positions. Generally, it was straight up or her on top which was fine with me because I wasn’t looking for any type of prize (other than my own).
Now it was like she had taken educational courses on how to thoroughly screw a guys brains out. Her snatch felt like some kind of super heated sauna complete with a commercial grade vacuum cleaner.
You know how you feel after you run a long distance or you workout really hard? Well, that is how I would feel after a session with Melissa. At the end of a 5 day span where we fornicated each day, I had lost 7.5 pounds. I swear, I couldn’t get enough of her, and it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of me, so yesterday when she called me, I knew I was in for another treat. Sadly, I was wrong, very wrong.
Rather than a session of sex, Melissa informed me that she was pregnant. She even went so far as to present me with two positive pregnancy tests in Zip-Lock bags. I would love to put the blame on her husband, but considering he had a vasectomy two years ago, I don't think that's possible.
Before I could fully soak in the enormity of the situation, Melissa informed me that she was going to have an abortion (paid for by me) and that we are going to end or relationship.
With that, she got up and walked out of the restaurant and the only thing I could think was: She didn’t even touch her food. I guess I was just in shock
Eventually, she found a boyfriend, got saved and married the guy. I had not heard from her in years.
So, two months ago, I went to watch my nephew's football team play. As I'm standing in line to get some nachos and a drink, I hear, "Stump!, Stump! It's me, Melissa."
What stood before me was no beefer. This girl was trim and she looked like sex in a sun dress. Melissa had gone from a drunk lay to an instant twitcher. I was dumbfounded as we stood there talking about the past and what all had happened in her life over the last several years. She is still married to the guy she married in college, she has her teaching degree (elementary) but she is a stay at home mom. We talked for a little while and then as the conversation was ending, I asked if she would like to grab some lunch sometime. She said she loved that idea and gave me her phone #.
Over the next week we ate lunch 5 times. It was more like old friends catching up rather than long lost hump-buddies chatting, but ultimately our conversations turned to sex. If I have ever learned anything about women, it’s that once you get them talking about sex, it’s not long until her panties are lying on the floor and she is skinning your pole like an experienced fur trapper. This theory, once again, rang true.
She was not the same lay she was back during college. Back then, she didn’t get into a lot of positions. Generally, it was straight up or her on top which was fine with me because I wasn’t looking for any type of prize (other than my own).
Now it was like she had taken educational courses on how to thoroughly screw a guys brains out. Her snatch felt like some kind of super heated sauna complete with a commercial grade vacuum cleaner.
You know how you feel after you run a long distance or you workout really hard? Well, that is how I would feel after a session with Melissa. At the end of a 5 day span where we fornicated each day, I had lost 7.5 pounds. I swear, I couldn’t get enough of her, and it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of me, so yesterday when she called me, I knew I was in for another treat. Sadly, I was wrong, very wrong.
Rather than a session of sex, Melissa informed me that she was pregnant. She even went so far as to present me with two positive pregnancy tests in Zip-Lock bags. I would love to put the blame on her husband, but considering he had a vasectomy two years ago, I don't think that's possible.
Before I could fully soak in the enormity of the situation, Melissa informed me that she was going to have an abortion (paid for by me) and that we are going to end or relationship.
With that, she got up and walked out of the restaurant and the only thing I could think was: She didn’t even touch her food. I guess I was just in shock
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