[opie1988]

....cause as soon as I do, YOU'RE DEAD YOU PLATE LICKIN' FUKK!!

Ban me??

I'm gonna fukkin ban you, pal....from breathing!

Worst 24 hours of my fukkin life. Had 2 asthma attacks (and I don't even have asthma), and a fainting spell.

Never again, pal.

[Smoke]

[allabout the $$$]

[jjgold]

Opie I had something to do with your banning

You try to fuk me in that land deal and I never forgot

This is just a small payback

[manny24]

[Vegas39]

[jjgold]

Opie I heard you're a motherfuker in real life

[opie1988]

Opie I heard you're a motherfuker in real life

Laugh it up, chief.

You're next on the list, you bald dome motherfukker!

[BIGDAY]

[Chipup]

What no dancing Banana you big dumb bastage?

[firedawg]

I want to see jj plant his left foot to opies fake white teeth

[Dirty Sanchez]

Opie I heard you're a motherfuker in real life

[King Mayan]

Loshak has a 4th degree Black belt in FukkYouUp Fu

I'll watch my back if I was you...

[Chipup]

Laugh it up, chief.

You're next on the list, you bald dome motherfukker!

Opie I'll help you kick Gold's arse. You get him I'll fight the thing he's wearing as a rug. It looks like it might have rabies. Then once Gold is down, I'll handle BigDay.. Your lucky your about 8th down my list. So I'll get to you eventually.

[Chipup]

Loshak has a 4th degree Black belt in FukkYouUp Fu

I'll watch my back if I was you...

You know what, Let's just say to hell with the SBR Bash & Book a SBR MMA Fight. We got enough guys here who would love to take a shot at each other. Me & Bigday can do English commentary and Mayan can hand Spanish. We can sell PPV.

Mayan, Let's cash in on all these pansy White boys slap fighting each other. PM your # We'll work out the details.

[billysink]

Slow day @ SBR


Earn your free play right here boys.


Carry on.

[firedawg]

Billy ship me some points for a pizza pal

[stealthyburrito]

Plate lickin fukk??

Have not heard that one before.

At first I did not like it but after re-reading it a few times it is growing on me.

[grease lightnin]

Loshak looks like a plate licker

[sickler]

This from Loshak's blog?

Manners are Dead

As those of you lucky enough to know me are probably well aware I do not have the best manners in the world. My manners are particularly sub-par when it comes to eating. My uncouth feeding habits know no bounds. I eat with my hands. I talk with my mouth full. I lick the plate. Even being in public can't stop me. Many a time I have been chastised in restaurants by friends, family, complete strangers, and wait staff, all to no avail. I cannot be stopped. I refuse to be contained.

The more I think about this, the more I become convinced that I shouldn't care. After all, table manners are nothing more than capricious rules set down - probably by the French - to keep people from really enjoy food however they want. Let's take licking the plate as an example. Say, for instance, I have just enjoyed a delicious dessert covered in some sort of gooey, chocolately sauce. When I have finished eating the main dessert - it could be anything, like ice cream, cake, pie, etc - I would like nothing more than to consume whatever chocolate goodness remains on my plate, and I know of no better method of enjoying this sauce than to simply lick the plate clean. This is widely frowned upon in good company. I should not lick my plate, especially in public. It reflects poorly on me. People see me lick my plate and say to themselves: "That boy is a pig. He will obviously never amount to anything in life." But when I look at people not licking there plates, I say to myself: "Poor fools, they will never know the simple pleasure of licking a plate clean.

You see I am not bound by the simple rules of dining. There is no reason for me to be. If I follow the rules I only cheat myself out of fully enjoying my food. I lose enjoyment, but I gain nothing. You could argue that I gain the acceptance of the people around me, but I don't want their acceptance. I want to lick my plate. So, following proper etiquette leads only to my ultimate disappointment, where blatantly disregarding etiquette leads to sweet, sweet satisfaction.

There are no convincing arguments for following proper etiquette. Nothing in all my study of philosophy, ethics, and theology has persuaded me to take on table manners. Aristotle never saw fit to tackle the subject in his Ethics. Descarte, like wise, remains quite silent on the issue. As far as I can tell, no major religion has any commandments to follow table etiquette. No where in the Bible is it written: "Thou shalt not use the dinner fork during the salad course." Heck, Jesus broke bread with his BARE HANDS and then fed it to the disciples.

So, I implore all of you, throw off the shackles of table etiquette and enter the promised land of sheer pleasure. If you want to lick the plate, lick the plate. If you want to eat with your hands, eat with your hands. If you want to drink directly from the soup bowl, slurp away. If you want to talk with your mouth full, just don't spray any on me. Maximize your eating pleasure. Do not let the cruel forces of manners and the stares of the unenlightened slow you down. Know that you are not less than them. You have transcended them. They are merely culinary men, while we, my friends, are now culinary super men, sailing above their simple little rules, paying no heed to societies silly little conventions. We are better. We are above. We are beyond. We most likely have chocolate sauce on our chins.

[grease lightnin]

Did Loshak write that? It is rather clever

[Thor4140]

This from Loshak's blog?

Manners are Dead


As those of you lucky enough to know me are probably well aware I do not have the best manners in the world. My manners are particularly sub-par when it comes to eating. My uncouth feeding habits know no bounds. I eat with my hands. I talk with my mouth full. I lick the plate. Even being in public can't stop me. Many a time I have been chastised in restaurants by friends, family, complete strangers, and wait staff, all to no avail. I cannot be stopped. I refuse to be contained.

The more I think about this, the more I become convinced that I shouldn't care. After all, table manners are nothing more than capricious rules set down - probably by the French - to keep people from really enjoy food however they want. Let's take licking the plate as an example. Say, for instance, I have just enjoyed a delicious dessert covered in some sort of gooey, chocolately sauce. When I have finished eating the main dessert - it could be anything, like ice cream, cake, pie, etc - I would like nothing more than to consume whatever chocolate goodness remains on my plate, and I know of no better method of enjoying this sauce than to simply lick the plate clean. This is widely frowned upon in good company. I should not lick my plate, especially in public. It reflects poorly on me. People see me lick my plate and say to themselves: "That boy is a pig. He will obviously never amount to anything in life." But when I look at people not licking there plates, I say to myself: "Poor fools, they will never know the simple pleasure of licking a plate clean.

You see I am not bound by the simple rules of dining. There is no reason for me to be. If I follow the rules I only cheat myself out of fully enjoying my food. I lose enjoyment, but I gain nothing. You could argue that I gain the acceptance of the people around me, but I don't want their acceptance. I want to lick my plate. So, following proper etiquette leads only to my ultimate disappointment, where blatantly disregarding etiquette leads to sweet, sweet satisfaction.

There are no convincing arguments for following proper etiquette. Nothing in all my study of philosophy, ethics, and theology has persuaded me to take on table manners. Aristotle never saw fit to tackle the subject in his Ethics. Descarte, like wise, remains quite silent on the issue. As far as I can tell, no major religion has any commandments to follow table etiquette. No where in the Bible is it written: "Thou shalt not use the dinner fork during the salad course." Heck, Jesus broke bread with his BARE HANDS and then fed it to the disciples.

So, I implore all of you, throw off the shackles of table etiquette and enter the promised land of sheer pleasure. If you want to lick the plate, lick the plate. If you want to eat with your hands, eat with your hands. If you want to drink directly from the soup bowl, slurp away. If you want to talk with your mouth full, just don't spray any on me. Maximize your eating pleasure. Do not let the cruel forces of manners and the stares of the unenlightened slow you down. Know that you are not less than them. You have transcended them. They are merely culinary men, while we, my friends, are now culinary super men, sailing above their simple little rules, paying no heed to societies silly little conventions. We are better. We are above. We are beyond. We most likely have chocolate sauce on our chins.

[sickler]

Did Loshak write that? It is rather clever

Very clever. It has the creative style of Loshak.

[jjgold]

Opie go take your wife out man..when was the last time?? 3 years ago???

I am sick of your fukkin side show and trying to run things here

[stealthyburrito]

This from Loshak's blog?

Manners are Dead


As those of you lucky enough to know me are probably well aware I do not have the best manners in the world. My manners are particularly sub-par when it comes to eating. My uncouth feeding habits know no bounds. I eat with my hands. I talk with my mouth full. I lick the plate. Even being in public can't stop me. Many a time I have been chastised in restaurants by friends, family, complete strangers, and wait staff, all to no avail. I cannot be stopped. I refuse to be contained.

The more I think about this, the more I become convinced that I shouldn't care. After all, table manners are nothing more than capricious rules set down - probably by the French - to keep people from really enjoy food however they want. Let's take licking the plate as an example. Say, for instance, I have just enjoyed a delicious dessert covered in some sort of gooey, chocolately sauce. When I have finished eating the main dessert - it could be anything, like ice cream, cake, pie, etc - I would like nothing more than to consume whatever chocolate goodness remains on my plate, and I know of no better method of enjoying this sauce than to simply lick the plate clean. This is widely frowned upon in good company. I should not lick my plate, especially in public. It reflects poorly on me. People see me lick my plate and say to themselves: "That boy is a pig. He will obviously never amount to anything in life." But when I look at people not licking there plates, I say to myself: "Poor fools, they will never know the simple pleasure of licking a plate clean.

You see I am not bound by the simple rules of dining. There is no reason for me to be. If I follow the rules I only cheat myself out of fully enjoying my food. I lose enjoyment, but I gain nothing. You could argue that I gain the acceptance of the people around me, but I don't want their acceptance. I want to lick my plate. So, following proper etiquette leads only to my ultimate disappointment, where blatantly disregarding etiquette leads to sweet, sweet satisfaction.

There are no convincing arguments for following proper etiquette. Nothing in all my study of philosophy, ethics, and theology has persuaded me to take on table manners. Aristotle never saw fit to tackle the subject in his Ethics. Descarte, like wise, remains quite silent on the issue. As far as I can tell, no major religion has any commandments to follow table etiquette. No where in the Bible is it written: "Thou shalt not use the dinner fork during the salad course." Heck, Jesus broke bread with his BARE HANDS and then fed it to the disciples.

So, I implore all of you, throw off the shackles of table etiquette and enter the promised land of sheer pleasure. If you want to lick the plate, lick the plate. If you want to eat with your hands, eat with your hands. If you want to drink directly from the soup bowl, slurp away. If you want to talk with your mouth full, just don't spray any on me. Maximize your eating pleasure. Do not let the cruel forces of manners and the stares of the unenlightened slow you down. Know that you are not less than them. You have transcended them. They are merely culinary men, while we, my friends, are now culinary super men, sailing above their simple little rules, paying no heed to societies silly little conventions. We are better. We are above. We are beyond. We most likely have chocolate sauce on our chins.

I'm calling bullshit right there.

Didn't realize opie was a huge fan of loshak's blog.

The things you learn.

[sickler]

I'm calling bullshit right there.

Didn't realize opie was a huge fan of loshak's blog.

The things you learn.

lol Stealthy, you probably missed something Opie previously posted. The theme of that blog entry transcended into real life.

[ParlayininHTown]

OG Kush.

[GUMMO77]

This from Loshak's blog?

Manners are Dead


As those of you lucky enough to know me are probably well aware I do not have the best manners in the world. My manners are particularly sub-par when it comes to eating. My uncouth feeding habits know no bounds. I eat with my hands. I talk with my mouth full. I lick the plate. Even being in public can't stop me. Many a time I have been chastised in restaurants by friends, family, complete strangers, and wait staff, all to no avail. I cannot be stopped. I refuse to be contained.

The more I think about this, the more I become convinced that I shouldn't care. After all, table manners are nothing more than capricious rules set down - probably by the French - to keep people from really enjoy food however they want. Let's take licking the plate as an example. Say, for instance, I have just enjoyed a delicious dessert covered in some sort of gooey, chocolately sauce. When I have finished eating the main dessert - it could be anything, like ice cream, cake, pie, etc - I would like nothing more than to consume whatever chocolate goodness remains on my plate, and I know of no better method of enjoying this sauce than to simply lick the plate clean. This is widely frowned upon in good company. I should not lick my plate, especially in public. It reflects poorly on me. People see me lick my plate and say to themselves: "That boy is a pig. He will obviously never amount to anything in life." But when I look at people not licking there plates, I say to myself: "Poor fools, they will never know the simple pleasure of licking a plate clean.

You see I am not bound by the simple rules of dining. There is no reason for me to be. If I follow the rules I only cheat myself out of fully enjoying my food. I lose enjoyment, but I gain nothing. You could argue that I gain the acceptance of the people around me, but I don't want their acceptance. I want to lick my plate. So, following proper etiquette leads only to my ultimate disappointment, where blatantly disregarding etiquette leads to sweet, sweet satisfaction.

There are no convincing arguments for following proper etiquette. Nothing in all my study of philosophy, ethics, and theology has persuaded me to take on table manners. Aristotle never saw fit to tackle the subject in his Ethics. Descarte, like wise, remains quite silent on the issue. As far as I can tell, no major religion has any commandments to follow table etiquette. No where in the Bible is it written: "Thou shalt not use the dinner fork during the salad course." Heck, Jesus broke bread with his BARE HANDS and then fed it to the disciples.

So, I implore all of you, throw off the shackles of table etiquette and enter the promised land of sheer pleasure. If you want to lick the plate, lick the plate. If you want to eat with your hands, eat with your hands. If you want to drink directly from the soup bowl, slurp away. If you want to talk with your mouth full, just don't spray any on me. Maximize your eating pleasure. Do not let the cruel forces of manners and the stares of the unenlightened slow you down. Know that you are not less than them. You have transcended them. They are merely culinary men, while we, my friends, are now culinary super men, sailing above their simple little rules, paying no heed to societies silly little conventions. We are better. We are above. We are beyond. We most likely have chocolate sauce on our chins.

For whatever reason, I read this hearing Frank Underwood's voice in my head.

[El Nino]

Great job, Losher. Knock this pearly white toothed fukk off his tower.

[LVHerbie]

OG Kush.

Have you tried OG Kush? I've been in Amsterdam for a couple weeks (Opie-esque humblebrag...) so based on his continuous medical recommendations when I saw it on a menu a couple days ago I picked up a couple grams.

Definitely a good representation for Opie as once you get past all the noise and hype you are left with a very underwhelming hybrid in my opinion...

[Fishhead]

Why was this con man reinstated, why only a short slap on the wrist short time ban?

[opie1988]

Why was this con man reinstated, why only a short slap on the wrist short time ban?

Fishhead power posting from his Trac Phone at 7:30 Sunday morning while waiting in line at Bill's Gambling Hall a 4 piece Tupperware giveaway.

[Fishhead]

Fishhead power posting from his Trac Phone at 7:30 Sunday morning while waiting in line at Bill's Gambling Hall a 4 piece Tupperware giveaway.

...........all the while making hundreds of thousands gambling and you're conning posters left and right on a gambling forum or as JJgold stated, taken back by JJ's popularity over you.

Again, I ask SBR(loshak?), why and how was this guy reinstated??

[opie1988]

...........all the while making hundreds of thousands gambling and you're conning posters left and right on a gambling forum or as JJgold stated, taken back by JJ's popularity over you.

Again, I ask SBR(loshak?), why and how was this guy reinstated??

Apparently I hit a nerve

No worries, pal. You'll be getting the last laugh when that sweet Tupperware set brings you a cool $3.50 on Ebay.

[ACoochy]

Apparently I hit a nerve

Now worries, pal. You'll be getting the last laugh when that sweet Tupperware set brings you a cool $3.50 on Ebay.

Opie on the warpath