If, looking around the table, you don't know who the sucker is, it's you.When your desperate search for that “other poster” fails and you realize it was you.
Seven down the mountainI was pushing for Washington Team of Football.
WTF, dude. W. T. F.
Along the "W" line I was hoping they would go with Warpigs. It also harkens to their historical line called the "hogs". Of course you have the ol pigskin line too. Also, its funny because its D.C. and Ozzie wrote a quaint song about leaders named Warpigs.Washington Whales
Washington Warriors
Washington Volcanoes
Washington
Divide by 1.8 and add 32....how ludicorus?
On the scale of 1 (CleverNickName recanting his pineapple heresy) to Infinite (I decide to create a "Thank you to all Bards and the Neat-o People Who Play Them!" thread) ludicrousness?
Is there a unit of measurement for ludicrousness? Does it differ between metric and imperial?
"That's insane. I think it's approximately 32.4 kilocarrottops."
...how ludicorus?
On the scale of 1 (CleverNickName recanting his pineapple heresy) to Infinite (I decide to create a "Thank you to all Bards and the Neat-o People Who Play Them!" thread) ludicrousness?
Is there a unit of measurement for ludicrousness? Does it differ between metric and imperial?
@Snarf Zagyg You might be shocked and amazed to learn that the last two pizzas I ordered didn't have pineapple on them at all. One was topped with Canadian bacon and jalapeno peppers, which you might recognize this as the classic "border to border" pizza. And just yesterday, I ordered a fresh mozzarella, fresh basil, and tomato pizza (the classic "margarita" pizza).
You prefer to paint me by my penchant for purchasing pizzas-plus-pineapple alone, so I thought you might like to know that about me. Yes, the "Hawaiian" is a classic, but it's not the only classic I'm known to enjoy.
Ah yes, the One True Pizza*. How could I forget? The default. The ubiquitous. The ordinary. The same pizza you ate yesterday, and the day before. The one with the same sauce and crust, topped with the same cheese and pepperoni slices, par-cooked in the same oven and set aside on the same shelf, until the same phone call places the same order, and that same pizza gets reheated and boxed up and served. Again.
Wait, what's this? A glimmer of excitement tonight, this caller wants something different! Wait, no, false alarm...it's just extra cheese. Guess I'll just grab another room-temp parbake, add another handful of that same cheese, put it in the same oven, send it out. Same as always.
*Behold! The...well, opposite of special: the pepperoni pizza!
So what you're saying is that your heresies are ...