The post-season hangover, both literal and figurative, continues.

This post is not meant to be “good”, per se.  No Pulitzer nominees are in danger, let’s say it that way.  But as we shift to the off-season, we might need to talk about it.

P*ts fans specifically, I know you’re disappointed.  But get over it.  Nobody likes you already, and whining about finally NOT getting the outcome you didn’t deserve to begin with only makes you look like assholes.  Well, bigger assholes than you already are.  Everything is relative.

Just try to remember and appreciate this from last year when Atlanta basically bungled it to you…

And don’t get me started on Atlanta.  Wm. Tecumseh Sherman might have been right.

Sorry but….Civil War humour is the bestest humour.

But yes, this is…. Therapy.  For all of us.

So here I am.  I’m your therapist.  Talk to me.

(TheRapist)

Shut up assholes….that’s an old joke.  Benny Hill was doing that shit when I was a kid.  Speaking of Benny Hill…

♫ Gus the gardener is gone now…

And you went with him too…

The fungus here reminds me of…

The fun Gus is having with you. ♫

OH COME ON THAT’S FUCKING FUNNY!!!!!

Meh, screw you guys.

Fine, I guess I’ll just start drinking early today.

OK fine then.  I’ll be passed out soon with any luck anyway.  But you can talk here until Blaxabbath  gets his ass in gear and decides to put up the Superb Owl LII version of Quotables Submissions a little later I guess.  It’s the last one foar the season, so get your funny revved up and make it count you jerks.

Until then, say whatever you want here.  Or I’ll kill ya.

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