WE’RE TOO GOOD TO MAKE FUN…NO, NO WE’RE NOT.
Remember the final scene in Saving Private Ryan, where the old Ryan looks at his wife and asks her to “tell me I’ve been a good man.” We ask ourselves that question every single day, often over inane things like overuse of office paperclips, interactions with total strangers in traffic (was that a yield? And for me, or them?), and our treatment of animals. (“Definitely neglected the dog by walking them for only twenty minutes today.)
Most days, we’re pretty sure we come out on the high side of decent. However, once we saw this on Have You Met Tony? today, the ledger for February 28th, 2007 must lean into the “nay” category for our own daily Private Ryan rating. We blame society, and are entering rehab for finding glee in the following sports-related name.
Here goes:
Yourhighness Morgan is fortunate. Others…not.













48
I think she’s a relative of Urethra Franklin.
Comment by gjk — March 4, 2007 @ 7:31 pm
47
Aside from the chick we just called “Psycho” for obvious reasons (and the reason I can no longer listen to Sting OR The Police, thanks to a roomie falling on the grenade…for nobody.), we had a chick with a severe acne problem (or residue thereof) that was simply referred to as “Capone”.
Comment by tony — March 1, 2007 @ 10:52 pm
46
Odell,
You win. And you just made my day. Thank you. See you down there.
Comment by Cardiac Kids — March 1, 2007 @ 3:30 pm
45
I got you all beat. There was a girl in college we called Leather-Beard.
She liked the tanning bed and had and eating disorder that caused facial hair. Hence the beard.
Beware of Leatherbeard.
Also beware of going straight to hell.
Comment by Odell 51 — March 1, 2007 @ 1:55 pm
44
Not to be confused with Phyldo “Hachet-Wound” McGoo, or Muffy the Wombat Slayer.
Comment by matty-oh — March 1, 2007 @ 1:42 pm
43
#39,
Nope, Notre Dame. And it had nothing to do with her looks. One night she got really drunk, along with other of our buddies. So she starts making out with buddy A while on the couch. Buddy B has enough of this, walks over, bends down, pulls down his pants, and slams her face into his ass. She continues to make out with his ass cheek for five seconds before realizing something’s wrong. Thus began “Assface”. Later that night, she tried to tackle Buddy B and stab him with a high heeled shoe.
Ah, college.
Comment by Rusty — March 1, 2007 @ 1:06 pm
42
Assface, can opener, tank ass, we had much the same at PC. (Go Blue Hose!) We even had:
Jumanji: Her face appeared to be five distinct animals rolled into one.
Comment by moochy — March 1, 2007 @ 12:28 pm
41
#38, well-said Tony. I’ll give you the points if you give me the assist.
Comment by Geaux Irish — March 1, 2007 @ 12:13 pm