Texas baseball coach doesn't recruit in Colorado

You guys managed to turn a perfectly good discussion about mary jane into a high-speed rail policy minutiae debate.

Congratu-fucking-lations.

 

That high-speed-rail money ought to be used for STAMPING OUT ABORTION!!!!11!!!1!!!!

 

Listen, bub - I spent five pages yesterday reading about the Chicago Bears' incredibly pedestrian depth at running back in the Super Bowl era during a Hall of Fame discussion thread yesterday, so we all have our own crosses to bear.

 

You clicked on a Bears thread!

I click on a marijuana thread then, goddamnit, I expect to read about marijuana.

 

I enjoy derailing conversations.

 

Well, sir, there's nothing on earth
Like a genuine,
Bona fide,
Electrified,
Six-car
Monorail! ...
What'd I say?
Ned Flanders: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
Patty & Selma: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: That's right! Monorail!
(crowd chants "Monorail" softly and rhythmically)
Miss Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud.
Lyle Lanley: It glides as softly as a cloud.
Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Lyle Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lyle Lanley: You'll all be given cushy jobs.
Grampa: Were you sent here by the devil?
Lyle Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level.
Chief Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.
Lyle Lanley: Take my pen knife, my good man.
I swear it's Springfield's only choice...
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
All: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
All: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: Once again...
All: Monorail!
Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken!
Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken.

 

It did put fucking North Haverbrook on the map.