Showing posts with label molasses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label molasses. Show all posts

Monday, June 16, 2008

Overheard in the office

Guy A: "What are you watching?"
Guy B: "The video feed of the U.S. Open."
Guy A: "Tiger won it like 5 minutes ago."
Guy B: "What are you talking about? They're in sudden death."
Guy A: "They WERE in sudden death. Tiger won it already."
Guy B: "You fucking kidding me?"

/Proof that the video stream was slow as molasses.

One more golf-related question and then I'll put this topic to bed: Why can’t fans in the gallery make noises during a golfer's backswing? Poor Milton Bradley has to play the outfield while people pelt him with batteries, but little Tiger Woods can’t handle a camera click?

Maybe Tiger should spend a day in Milton Bradley's shoes before we start calling him the greatest athlete ever. Or Rex Grossman's shoes. Or Alex Rodriguez's shoes. Or Goody Two's shoes. Or Bozo's shoes. Or Barry Bonds' shoes. Or blip blop shoes. Or I quit.

Molasses.

Mo' lasses



I just wanted to reuse the molasses tag.

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Sweet sassy molassy

If you're trying to describe the slow speed of something and you compare it to molasses, you need to work on your simile's. That's just a poor effort, using molasses. Does anybody even know what molasses is anymore? No, because we use honey. Or brown sugar. Molasses. Bah!

By the way, this video stream of the U.S. Open is slow as.........

Okay molasses.

Another by the way: why does someone in the gallery yell "GET IN THE HOLE" every time a golfer takes a shot no matter where it's from?

Announcer: "Well Roger, we're 517 yards from the green on this par 5. Tiger with his first shot from the tee."

[WHACK!!!!]

"GET IN THE HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Morons.