MNF 45/Male Bag 28
Nov 10, 2012 21:31:16 GMT -5
Post by Andy on Nov 10, 2012 21:31:16 GMT -5
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Future Chris Alt
This message is for Chris, and Chris only...
Andy,
Do not read anything beyond this. You and me wasted plenty of time last
night between reading tweets and watching election coverage, off-air, right
in the middle of our show. I don't need you wasting any more of my time now.
Chris,
Hey... it's you. I mean, it's me... Chris Alt from the future. Now that
I've got your attention, buddy... let me lay it down for you. Andy just
told me that you guys are having trouble grasping the concept of us writing
you from the future. Well, you asked for some betting tips - so you're
going to get them:
1. Bet on the Chicago Cubs to win over the Miami Gators in the 2015 World
Series. See Chris, Back to the Future is a movie... wait, why am I
explaining this to you? I know you've seen Back to the Future.
2. In 2013, you will be visiting Barry Hubris in Michigan (or wherever he's
fled to by then), and the two of us will attend a college football game
together. I don't really remember the outcome of the game, as I was too
drunk to remember anything except some vague references to a band called
Lit? But do me a favor and don't take Barry's bet to whether or not you can
finish ALL the hot dogs without throwing up. Spoiler alert: You can't.
3. Bet on the Undertaker LOSING to break the streak in 2014. Strangely
enough, he loses to the Ultimate Warrior (actually, it's just Spence
Hopkins in the makeup, but hey... he got the pinfall, so who cares?)
4. And finally, by the time this happens, Vegas will be laying odds on
people's deaths, so bet BIG on the death of Austin Sanders to occur on
September 15th, 2017. He gets shot in a drive-by shooting by a group of
Black Panthers (yeah, they make a big time comeback in 2016, after Obama's
second term). Sanders finally is forced to pay for his racist ways. This
happens. This happens, and there's nothing he can do about it.
With my CEO gig at Buffalo Wild Wings, you should be able to lay some
pretty large bets on these things, so if you read this e-mail, and do what
I've recommended, I should be rich by tomorrow. I don't want Andy reading
these predictions and getting rich off of us. I really hope he's not
reading this e-mail.
Anyhow, Future Andy and Future I will talk to you soon!
Love,
Future Chris Alt
Future Andy Gaston
A wild tag team partner appears!
Dear Me and Chris,
Hey guys, it's Future Andy again. These Sentinels are getting a little out
of control, so this might be my last transmission for awhile. But I wanted
to make sure I got my hat in the ring for the upcoming tag team tournament.
I've gone through all the possible people who I could choose as my tag team
partner, and this is what I came up with:
Adam Dan: Fucking pantywaist. Plus, there's always that chance that he'll
just up and croak in the middle of the tournament from cancer, so I
wouldn't touch that with a 10 foot pole.
Cam Gullett: Well, I believe he's already spoken for, but even if not... I
certainly don't need that much homoerotic tension going on between the two
of us. I'll never be able to concentrate with him as my partner.
Barry Hubris/Jon Drouin/Cliff Snotes/El Serpiente Maricon: You guys already
think I'm him, so this is the too-obvious choice. I don't need to reinforce
your suspicions.
Spence Hopkins: Too much of a one-note gimmick. Come up with some depth,
Spence, and we can talk.
Austin Sanders: Damn... even *I'M* not THAT racist, and I took a turn 6
months ago being an honorary Wizard of the Klan for fun.
JB King: I'm not into foreigners.
Stu Little: I'm not into foreigners.
Scott Taylor: He'd probably talk about TNA all the fucking time, and... I'm
not into foreigners.
Dustin Hawes: Wait... who?
So that leaves me with pretty much two choices. I could go with Brian Van
Alstyne, and hope he can type S's better than he can enunciate them... or I
can pick the other Vendetter Boy - Michael Demko.
Yeah, I think I'll go with Demko.
Talk to you later (or is it earlier?).
Love,
Future Andy Gaston
Jon Drouin
Reset
Before we get started, Andy, would you mind setting the mood and kindly garble and scream a few verses from this WWE entrance theme? Hello
Hello Andy. Hello Chris.
You know, sometimes in life, we're going down one path, but things don't seem to be going the way we planned. So we need to make some changes, and forget about the recent past.
And one great example of this, is that maybe someone thinks a Survivor Series matchup of Team Punk vs Team Foley is a great idea. And you book it, but a week or two later, you realize that it's just not getting the desired response. So you need to hit the reset button and go in a different direction. Maybe you just alter your plans a bit, and go with a Ryback vs Cena vs Punk, but you keep the other guys in the same Survivor Series matchup. And you move on and forget that the last few weeks happened.
I bring this up, because I am currently sitting on the roof of some random bus stop in the middle of nowhere, and I have no idea how I got here. All I see is a box of spoons, and I've got a few bruises on my forehead and some rope-burn marks on my wrists and ankles. I know what day it is, but I have successfully purged from my mind the last few weeks. THE LAST THREE WEEKS DIDN'T HAPPEN! They are vacant, like Ann Coulter's soul. No World Series, No Hurricanes, No Elections, No college football or NHL strikes or Male Bags. I am moving forward and I'm Never Gonna Stop. Some how, some way, I am moving forward. I will change my life, and I will make this world a better place. Just me and this box of spoons--- Ah crap. Just knocked the box over the edge. And now there's a bunch of spoons scattered all over the sidewalk. SORRY DOWN THERE! I will make this world a better place. Just me and this single spoon. SPOON!
Spence Hopkins
WARRIORS! I I HAVE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAIN TOP TO THE MOUNTAIN BASE AND BEEN SHOVELED INTO A PLAIN OF AWKWARDNESS! I HAVE FUCKED THE VAGINA OF THE WORLD FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWENTY YEARS ONLY TO FIND...... HEY FUCK YOU KID GIVE ME BACK MY JELLY BELLYS! GET BACK HERE.....
°chases a child out of his local chevron*
BBBBBBAAAAAAAM!
AGAGAGHSNASHAGHAHAHAGAH!
*Gets hit by car and head goes through windshield.*
Yup, i killed the Warrior before Hawes could. Fuck you science!
SPENCE
Dustin Hawes
Killeded him?!
Hey guys,
I bet Spence thought he would pull a fast one. So I hired a kid to steal
the warriors jelly bellys. The driver was me. It was always me. My
windshield is broken but I'm still laughing all the way to the bank. The
gimmick bank, that is.
Fuck you Spence
Kroger Uno
P.s. Don't report me for the hit and run please.
Ric Flair
Wooooooooooooo!!!!!
Woooooooooo!!! The Nature Boy Ric Flair is to class up this
non-limousine riding, non-jet flying, non-wheelin' dealin'
son-of-a-gun wrestling podcast! Wooo!!
The Nature Boy has been getting caught up on recent Monday Night Flaw
episodes ever since he told TNA no more, and those pieces of crap who
could not hold Ric Flair's jock. Seriously. Ric Flair doesn't wear
one. Woooo!!
Natch wants to tell you guys a little story about his travels on the
road. One night a few weeks back, Natch is roaming around Flair
country and this awful skeletor looking chick comes and sits down at
the bar and offers to buy good ole Natch a drink. Natch doesn't turn
down drinks, even from skeletors. Wooo! After Natch downs a couple
rounds, ole Skeletor starts looking more like She-Ra so the Natch gets
into his kiss-stealin' mode only to find out that skeletor definitely
has a bone. Wooo! To cut a long story short, that is how Ric Flair met
Ann Coulter. Wooo!!
Consider your program officially classed up. Wooooo!!
Stu Little
Two Thousand Words
Done.
Stu
Austin Sanders
Either this is a political email or a funny email. Too close to call.
So if you Scramble the letters in "Ann Coulter" You get "No Real Cunt".
You learn something shitty everyday.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
Austin
PS. What's the main difference between Romneycare and Obamacare
The name.
PPS. Gay marriage is slowly becoming more legal. This gives Cam Gullet and
his life partner Cox Ucker a new hope for the future.
PPPS. Chris Murphy was like Kobe Bryant in a hotel room in Colorado, He's
the winner.
JB King
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-BAMA!
Hey guys! How the fuck are you?!? What a very interesting week. I’ll be
quick this week because good news! I won 5 grand from the election results.
If you were wondering, it was Carl Rove that was silly enough to place this
bet with me. Which may explain his last minute panic when the results came
in. Personal thanks to Andy Gaston from the future for the sure fire
results.
That being said, fuck you to present day Andy. Here I am trying to better
myself as an individual with tolerance with race, religion and all that
other gay shit. And then I went and listened to the Flawmentary of The Rise
of the planet of the Apes. Good lord. Afterwards I’m in line at the gas
station and (shit you not) the black lady in front of me actually asked the
clerk “Ya’ll got any Newports?” (Newports was pronounced New-poe-ts, just
ask Andy). Quickly I muttered “oh shit” under my breath and ran outside to
laugh uncontrollably. But because I’m a darker individual than most on this
network, and by that I mean I actually have pigment outside of pink, the
mooley at the counter thought I was stealing. Christ, I thought it was the
Asians that thought everyone dark stole from their stores.
So I guess we have to mock Ann Coulter now. Already thinking like a true
black man eh Chris, going right for the pretty white girls. I thought the
only political jokes we did here was mocking James Enright but since he is
trying to fix his governed state of New Jersey we will leave him alone for
now.
Q: What do you get if you put the name "Ann Coulter" on a Scrabble board
and rearrange the letters?
A: NO R-E-A-L C-U-N-T (coincidence, I think not)!
Calm down Jon Drouin I will make fun of some liberals in a minute. Anyway
where was I? Oh Yeah. I seriously hope that broom stick with a wig gets
‘legit’ raped by a retarded black man with a history of violence. Ray
Lewis, you’re not doing anything get on it. And if you do so you can go
under my personal porn name ‘Buster Highmen’.
Are we still doing the Chode Scholars feud? After they are done in the
battle of ‘who gives a fuck’ we can move on to the tag tournament. By the
way, since it seems no one wants anything to do with Spence, James Enright
or Thom Roper. I took it upon myself to make them our new lovable stable
here on Male Bag.
Now onto our World Champion. Stu Little, how dare you try and take a shot
at me… literally. You think you’re hot shit but maybe you can explain to
the world THIS….
Nice pink bachelor pad you sassy “sword handler”. Gotta keep those
personals safe like the…um, anime poster and….Jesus Stu you have the money
for a katana but not enough for a flat screen or DVD player? Set your
priorities straight you lonely bastard. By the way Chris, if you ever
become a movie star remember to cast Stu as your stunt double. Holy Shit.
Annnnnd Austin Sanders. How dare you try and steal my gimmick. No not the
rapping, I mean the subliminal funny racist humor. I don’t like using the N
word for black people. I don’t even like calling them neighbors for
godssakes. And now you want to come after me? Great so now I am being
challenged by a kid who looks like the result of a giraffe raping a native
american woman. If you ever try to fuck with me again, I will personally
fly over to that 3rd world shit hole you call a city. Kick the front door
down and cunt punt your bitch in the muff so hard your first born will end
up being more autistic than your lanky ass. I am J B FUCKING KING and you
will not fuck with me!
Wow, that seemed a little huge…maybe I should move onto the wrestling.
Is it me or does AJ Lee look like Gilbert Gottfried when she’s pissed off.
Sorry Chris I forget you want to pound her bush but you might want to look
at these.
Just saying…
Also what’s going on with Ryback. I understand ‘Feed me More’ is his whole
gimmick and everything, but after watching Raw it got me thinking. Surely
they can make him speak more than 3 words right? That was a rhetorical
question, shut up and let me finish. The confused look Cena was giving as
Ryback was doing his chant makes me think of Ryback as some sort of roided
out spin off on Lassie.
Hey look guys, Ryback wants to say something.
FEED! ME! MORE!
What was that boy?
FEED! ME! MORE!
Little Jimmy fell in a well?
FEED! ME! MORE!
BVA is bringing kids into his van again?
FEED! ME! MORE!
There’s a fire on Main Street?
FEED! ME! MORE!
Come again?
FEED! ME! MORE!
You know I don’t speak Spanish. In English please.
FEED! ME! MORE!
You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole wheel of cheese?
FEED! ME! MORE!
You’re right boy, now get inside for supper.
And so on…
I was going to write more but I gotta go collect my winnings from Rove.
G’nite assholes.
Love Peace and Penis Grease
Johnny
Future Chris Alt
This message is for Chris, and Chris only...
Andy,
Do not read anything beyond this. You and me wasted plenty of time last
night between reading tweets and watching election coverage, off-air, right
in the middle of our show. I don't need you wasting any more of my time now.
Chris,
Hey... it's you. I mean, it's me... Chris Alt from the future. Now that
I've got your attention, buddy... let me lay it down for you. Andy just
told me that you guys are having trouble grasping the concept of us writing
you from the future. Well, you asked for some betting tips - so you're
going to get them:
1. Bet on the Chicago Cubs to win over the Miami Gators in the 2015 World
Series. See Chris, Back to the Future is a movie... wait, why am I
explaining this to you? I know you've seen Back to the Future.
2. In 2013, you will be visiting Barry Hubris in Michigan (or wherever he's
fled to by then), and the two of us will attend a college football game
together. I don't really remember the outcome of the game, as I was too
drunk to remember anything except some vague references to a band called
Lit? But do me a favor and don't take Barry's bet to whether or not you can
finish ALL the hot dogs without throwing up. Spoiler alert: You can't.
3. Bet on the Undertaker LOSING to break the streak in 2014. Strangely
enough, he loses to the Ultimate Warrior (actually, it's just Spence
Hopkins in the makeup, but hey... he got the pinfall, so who cares?)
4. And finally, by the time this happens, Vegas will be laying odds on
people's deaths, so bet BIG on the death of Austin Sanders to occur on
September 15th, 2017. He gets shot in a drive-by shooting by a group of
Black Panthers (yeah, they make a big time comeback in 2016, after Obama's
second term). Sanders finally is forced to pay for his racist ways. This
happens. This happens, and there's nothing he can do about it.
With my CEO gig at Buffalo Wild Wings, you should be able to lay some
pretty large bets on these things, so if you read this e-mail, and do what
I've recommended, I should be rich by tomorrow. I don't want Andy reading
these predictions and getting rich off of us. I really hope he's not
reading this e-mail.
Anyhow, Future Andy and Future I will talk to you soon!
Love,
Future Chris Alt
Future Andy Gaston
A wild tag team partner appears!
Dear Me and Chris,
Hey guys, it's Future Andy again. These Sentinels are getting a little out
of control, so this might be my last transmission for awhile. But I wanted
to make sure I got my hat in the ring for the upcoming tag team tournament.
I've gone through all the possible people who I could choose as my tag team
partner, and this is what I came up with:
Adam Dan: Fucking pantywaist. Plus, there's always that chance that he'll
just up and croak in the middle of the tournament from cancer, so I
wouldn't touch that with a 10 foot pole.
Cam Gullett: Well, I believe he's already spoken for, but even if not... I
certainly don't need that much homoerotic tension going on between the two
of us. I'll never be able to concentrate with him as my partner.
Barry Hubris/Jon Drouin/Cliff Snotes/El Serpiente Maricon: You guys already
think I'm him, so this is the too-obvious choice. I don't need to reinforce
your suspicions.
Spence Hopkins: Too much of a one-note gimmick. Come up with some depth,
Spence, and we can talk.
Austin Sanders: Damn... even *I'M* not THAT racist, and I took a turn 6
months ago being an honorary Wizard of the Klan for fun.
JB King: I'm not into foreigners.
Stu Little: I'm not into foreigners.
Scott Taylor: He'd probably talk about TNA all the fucking time, and... I'm
not into foreigners.
Dustin Hawes: Wait... who?
So that leaves me with pretty much two choices. I could go with Brian Van
Alstyne, and hope he can type S's better than he can enunciate them... or I
can pick the other Vendetter Boy - Michael Demko.
Yeah, I think I'll go with Demko.
Talk to you later (or is it earlier?).
Love,
Future Andy Gaston
Jon Drouin
Reset
Before we get started, Andy, would you mind setting the mood and kindly garble and scream a few verses from this WWE entrance theme? Hello
Hello Andy. Hello Chris.
You know, sometimes in life, we're going down one path, but things don't seem to be going the way we planned. So we need to make some changes, and forget about the recent past.
And one great example of this, is that maybe someone thinks a Survivor Series matchup of Team Punk vs Team Foley is a great idea. And you book it, but a week or two later, you realize that it's just not getting the desired response. So you need to hit the reset button and go in a different direction. Maybe you just alter your plans a bit, and go with a Ryback vs Cena vs Punk, but you keep the other guys in the same Survivor Series matchup. And you move on and forget that the last few weeks happened.
I bring this up, because I am currently sitting on the roof of some random bus stop in the middle of nowhere, and I have no idea how I got here. All I see is a box of spoons, and I've got a few bruises on my forehead and some rope-burn marks on my wrists and ankles. I know what day it is, but I have successfully purged from my mind the last few weeks. THE LAST THREE WEEKS DIDN'T HAPPEN! They are vacant, like Ann Coulter's soul. No World Series, No Hurricanes, No Elections, No college football or NHL strikes or Male Bags. I am moving forward and I'm Never Gonna Stop. Some how, some way, I am moving forward. I will change my life, and I will make this world a better place. Just me and this box of spoons--- Ah crap. Just knocked the box over the edge. And now there's a bunch of spoons scattered all over the sidewalk. SORRY DOWN THERE! I will make this world a better place. Just me and this single spoon. SPOON!
Spence Hopkins
WARRIORS! I I HAVE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAIN TOP TO THE MOUNTAIN BASE AND BEEN SHOVELED INTO A PLAIN OF AWKWARDNESS! I HAVE FUCKED THE VAGINA OF THE WORLD FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWENTY YEARS ONLY TO FIND...... HEY FUCK YOU KID GIVE ME BACK MY JELLY BELLYS! GET BACK HERE.....
°chases a child out of his local chevron*
BBBBBBAAAAAAAM!
AGAGAGHSNASHAGHAHAHAGAH!
*Gets hit by car and head goes through windshield.*
Yup, i killed the Warrior before Hawes could. Fuck you science!
SPENCE
Dustin Hawes
Killeded him?!
Hey guys,
I bet Spence thought he would pull a fast one. So I hired a kid to steal
the warriors jelly bellys. The driver was me. It was always me. My
windshield is broken but I'm still laughing all the way to the bank. The
gimmick bank, that is.
Fuck you Spence
Kroger Uno
P.s. Don't report me for the hit and run please.
Ric Flair
Wooooooooooooo!!!!!
Woooooooooo!!! The Nature Boy Ric Flair is to class up this
non-limousine riding, non-jet flying, non-wheelin' dealin'
son-of-a-gun wrestling podcast! Wooo!!
The Nature Boy has been getting caught up on recent Monday Night Flaw
episodes ever since he told TNA no more, and those pieces of crap who
could not hold Ric Flair's jock. Seriously. Ric Flair doesn't wear
one. Woooo!!
Natch wants to tell you guys a little story about his travels on the
road. One night a few weeks back, Natch is roaming around Flair
country and this awful skeletor looking chick comes and sits down at
the bar and offers to buy good ole Natch a drink. Natch doesn't turn
down drinks, even from skeletors. Wooo! After Natch downs a couple
rounds, ole Skeletor starts looking more like She-Ra so the Natch gets
into his kiss-stealin' mode only to find out that skeletor definitely
has a bone. Wooo! To cut a long story short, that is how Ric Flair met
Ann Coulter. Wooo!!
Consider your program officially classed up. Wooooo!!
Stu Little
Two Thousand Words
Done.
Stu
Austin Sanders
Either this is a political email or a funny email. Too close to call.
So if you Scramble the letters in "Ann Coulter" You get "No Real Cunt".
You learn something shitty everyday.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
Austin
PS. What's the main difference between Romneycare and Obamacare
The name.
PPS. Gay marriage is slowly becoming more legal. This gives Cam Gullet and
his life partner Cox Ucker a new hope for the future.
PPPS. Chris Murphy was like Kobe Bryant in a hotel room in Colorado, He's
the winner.
JB King
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-BAMA!
Hey guys! How the fuck are you?!? What a very interesting week. I’ll be
quick this week because good news! I won 5 grand from the election results.
If you were wondering, it was Carl Rove that was silly enough to place this
bet with me. Which may explain his last minute panic when the results came
in. Personal thanks to Andy Gaston from the future for the sure fire
results.
That being said, fuck you to present day Andy. Here I am trying to better
myself as an individual with tolerance with race, religion and all that
other gay shit. And then I went and listened to the Flawmentary of The Rise
of the planet of the Apes. Good lord. Afterwards I’m in line at the gas
station and (shit you not) the black lady in front of me actually asked the
clerk “Ya’ll got any Newports?” (Newports was pronounced New-poe-ts, just
ask Andy). Quickly I muttered “oh shit” under my breath and ran outside to
laugh uncontrollably. But because I’m a darker individual than most on this
network, and by that I mean I actually have pigment outside of pink, the
mooley at the counter thought I was stealing. Christ, I thought it was the
Asians that thought everyone dark stole from their stores.
So I guess we have to mock Ann Coulter now. Already thinking like a true
black man eh Chris, going right for the pretty white girls. I thought the
only political jokes we did here was mocking James Enright but since he is
trying to fix his governed state of New Jersey we will leave him alone for
now.
Q: What do you get if you put the name "Ann Coulter" on a Scrabble board
and rearrange the letters?
A: NO R-E-A-L C-U-N-T (coincidence, I think not)!
Calm down Jon Drouin I will make fun of some liberals in a minute. Anyway
where was I? Oh Yeah. I seriously hope that broom stick with a wig gets
‘legit’ raped by a retarded black man with a history of violence. Ray
Lewis, you’re not doing anything get on it. And if you do so you can go
under my personal porn name ‘Buster Highmen’.
Are we still doing the Chode Scholars feud? After they are done in the
battle of ‘who gives a fuck’ we can move on to the tag tournament. By the
way, since it seems no one wants anything to do with Spence, James Enright
or Thom Roper. I took it upon myself to make them our new lovable stable
here on Male Bag.
Now onto our World Champion. Stu Little, how dare you try and take a shot
at me… literally. You think you’re hot shit but maybe you can explain to
the world THIS….
Nice pink bachelor pad you sassy “sword handler”. Gotta keep those
personals safe like the…um, anime poster and….Jesus Stu you have the money
for a katana but not enough for a flat screen or DVD player? Set your
priorities straight you lonely bastard. By the way Chris, if you ever
become a movie star remember to cast Stu as your stunt double. Holy Shit.
Annnnnd Austin Sanders. How dare you try and steal my gimmick. No not the
rapping, I mean the subliminal funny racist humor. I don’t like using the N
word for black people. I don’t even like calling them neighbors for
godssakes. And now you want to come after me? Great so now I am being
challenged by a kid who looks like the result of a giraffe raping a native
american woman. If you ever try to fuck with me again, I will personally
fly over to that 3rd world shit hole you call a city. Kick the front door
down and cunt punt your bitch in the muff so hard your first born will end
up being more autistic than your lanky ass. I am J B FUCKING KING and you
will not fuck with me!
Wow, that seemed a little huge…maybe I should move onto the wrestling.
Is it me or does AJ Lee look like Gilbert Gottfried when she’s pissed off.
Sorry Chris I forget you want to pound her bush but you might want to look
at these.
Just saying…
Also what’s going on with Ryback. I understand ‘Feed me More’ is his whole
gimmick and everything, but after watching Raw it got me thinking. Surely
they can make him speak more than 3 words right? That was a rhetorical
question, shut up and let me finish. The confused look Cena was giving as
Ryback was doing his chant makes me think of Ryback as some sort of roided
out spin off on Lassie.
Hey look guys, Ryback wants to say something.
FEED! ME! MORE!
What was that boy?
FEED! ME! MORE!
Little Jimmy fell in a well?
FEED! ME! MORE!
BVA is bringing kids into his van again?
FEED! ME! MORE!
There’s a fire on Main Street?
FEED! ME! MORE!
Come again?
FEED! ME! MORE!
You know I don’t speak Spanish. In English please.
FEED! ME! MORE!
You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole wheel of cheese?
FEED! ME! MORE!
You’re right boy, now get inside for supper.
And so on…
I was going to write more but I gotta go collect my winnings from Rove.
G’nite assholes.
Love Peace and Penis Grease
Johnny
