Ladies and Gentlemen... Crazy Mighty Ducks fans
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by user Kopechcr
They Let These People Use Computers?
The Chris Kopech http://sportselitists.blogspot.com
For as crazy as you think you are, your family is or that one guy who lived in the single down the hall in your freshman dorm was, there will always, ALWAYS, be someone infinitely more batshit insane than that.
Now, whether you know it or not, people write fantasy stories involving other people, be them celebrities, personalities or even fictional people (and if you haven't, keep scrolling down because you soon will). It makes sense to read something about, say, the Brad Pitt-level of star or someone equally as "big" in the grand scheme of things. And I'll even allow for the possibility that on the Internets, one can probably find anything about anyone. But really - who has the time, energy, imagination or wherewithal to create a fantasy story about a minor character from, what we have established, an awful (if not entertaining, and screw you, Paul, for thinking otherwise) trilogy of Disney movies? The "people" at The Velvet Hammer, that's who. The following is an excerpt from a possible autobiography of Guy Germaine (center of the Oreo Line (still my favorite overtly racist name to get past the Disney censors)) and recounts his exploits, post-Ducks:
- You see, when I was 22, I had a girlfriend, by the name of Connie Moreau. I'd been dating her since we were ten, and seriously since we were fifteen. We did everything together, from playing hockey to doing homework. I was with Connie. Ninety-eight percent of my life I spent with Connie. The other two percent? One was spent in the bathroom, the other sleeping. And even that changed once we were older. I spent ninety-nine percent of my life with Connie. We were together all the time. "'Connie and Guy' shouldn't even be considered three words anymore," my old buddy Goldberg used to joke. "It should be considered one big word, and when you look it up in the dictionary, it should show your pictures. If they don't create a new word for you, they should at least have your pictures under the word 'attached'." That Goldberg…he was such a joker.
Ummmm, hello? Ummmm, hi? But wait! There's more! Things didn't work too well when Guy was drafted by the Predators and had to move to Nashville with Connie:
- Hockey continued on, and Connie continued on her job, and began spending most of her time on the job, even when I was home. Now I knew something was wrong. She'd never avoided me before. One night when I came home from a late practice at about 1:30 AM, that guy she'd been working with since her first day was there having a drink with her. I found out his name was Billy (yes, after two years I didn't know the man who worked with my girlfriend's first name) and that he thought Connie was great and that I was a lucky man. This made Connie blush and giggle.
Unfortunately, the "author" didn't finish the story before we can read about some dirty Mighty "Duck"ing (see what I did there?) so let's see what else is on this here site...hmmm... This one's about "The Perfect Family" and stars Connie (of course) and Guy Germa---wait, Charlie Conway --- WHAT????!?!?!?!
- A chuckle came from the other end of the phone and his familiar laugh filled her ears. “Hey gorgeous, how was work?”“It was okay, I think the newest Golden Gopher maybe from Eden Hall believe it or not.” She laughed, sitting down on one of her dining chairs.“Oh really? That’s great, score another one for Orion’s coaching technique. So what are you up to?”“Nothing, just missing you. How’s things going in Ottawa? Ready to take out the Senators?”“I miss you too, baby. You know Cons, you should really go out on the balcony.”Connie Moreau-Conway arched an eyebrow and laughed softly. “Why?”“Just do it.” Her husband replied.
You can imagine what happens next (he fixes the cable?). Let's try to find something a bit...racier... here we go.
- I didn’t stay out too late, and if I did, I was never alone. I never really put myself in dangerous situations, well I hadn’t until now. I had always thought I was pretty careful, never dressed, provocatively, never lead guys on, in fact other than my friends and boyfriend, I rarely had anything to do with them. But even if I acted recklessly, dressed provocatively, flirted with the opposite sex and partied till early doors, I didn’t deserve this. No-one, no matter how they act, deserves this. I don’t care what anyone says, no-one, simply asks for this, because if they did, it wouldn’t be what it is. It wouldn’t be rape.
Now I'm not making light of rape here but who writes this shit? Jesus.
Anyway, here's the link for the site for you to enjoy however you please; just navigate your way to "fan fiction", get a cup of coffee and enjoy. Remember, we here at The Sports Elitists do not condone, well, anything that these goofballs have done are doing or will ever do and hope that the psychiatric bills aren't too outrageous.
And yes, I love that the "batsh*t crazy fans of the Mighty Ducks Trilogy" tag has now been used in successive posts. Whether or not we can get "euphemisms for sex involving water fowl" up again is a mystery.
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