OK, You Guys Stink!

[prankster]

I tried to be egalitarian and consensus building, but you all stuck at this stuff.

I hereby declare myself to be Plenipotentiary of the MOJO, ProTem.

Dempster is now hung. He is a feckless crapweasel, and deserving off a good banning, for crimes against the MOJO, to wit:

Unforgivable abdication of his responsibilities as Post Season Adjudicator of MOJO Justice.

Overt mockery of all attempts to recover and reposition the Boneyard to adapt to his shameless abdication.

Hereby, Deepster is banned from any commentary on the Boneyard until the NCAAT 2022 has ended.

All loyal members of the Boneyard are directed to mock, belittle and otherwise shame and ridicule the dastardly dwarf, as an appendment or signature in all NCAAT posts, from now until the end of the tourney.

Should any of you visit swami in the memory care unit, please gently inform him that he is out of a job, as well. Should he somehow gain access to an internet connected device, and somehow remember his Boneyard log-in (doubtful), loyal Boneyarders are encouraged to direct him to a convenient ice cream stand where he can commiserate with his fellow dementia patients.

 

[SubbaBub]

 

[Deepster]

Fiddling on the deck of the mojo titanic.

 

[8893]

I tried to be egalitarian and consensus building, but you all stuck at this stuff.

I hereby declare myself to be Plenipotentiary of the MOJO, ProTem.

Dempster is now hung. He is a feckless crapweasel, and deserving off a good banning, for crimes against the MOJO, to wit:

The bastard pitched a one-hitter against the Mets in 2000 so I am happy to see him hang, but I have no idea what that has to do with Husky mojo.

 

[Deepster]

The bastard pitched a one-hitter against the Mets in 2000 so I am happy to see him hang, but I have no idea what that has to do with Husky mojo.

Two posts in and the doddering old fool can’t get a sentence straight.

 

[8893]

Two posts in and the doddering old fool can’t get a sentence straight.

Let’s recognize it for what it is: a cry for help.

For starters—and correct me if I’m wrong—no one is ever hung until after Selection Sunday.

Secondly, unlike @prankster and many others here, I am not convinced that you are done. Yet.

Reading between the lines, I see glimmers of hope. Yes, I realize that the powers that be would like to end the hangings, but there are ways to dispense justice here without offending them.

All of this is premature. Let’s see what kind of moxie we have these next few days.

 

[arch]

I tried to be egalitarian and consensus building, but you all stuck at this stuff.

I hereby declare myself to be Plenipotentiary of the MOJO, ProTem.

Dempster is now hung. He is a feckless crapweasel, and deserving off a good banning, for crimes against the MOJO, to wit:
Unforgivable abdication of his responsibilities as Post Season Adjudicator of MOJO Justice.

Four sentences in, three errors. A rethink may be in order.

 

[CL82]

. Yes, I realize that the powers that be would like to end the hangings, but there are ways to dispense justice here without offending them.

Tom doesn’t want to stop hangings. He he greenlighted us using Senhor again. Don’t get me wrong, he said he thinks it’s run its course, but if we want to do it he’s fine with it.

I’m sorry, we can’t just hope that Deep will snap out of it. He’s admitted that he doesn’t have it anymore. I, for one, take him at his word.

 

[CL82]

Four sentences in, three errors. A rethink may be in order.

Meh. The use of the phrase creep feckless crap weasel is very promising.

 

[8893]

Tom doesn’t want to stop hangings. He he greenlighted us using Senhor again. Don’t get me wrong, he said he thinks it’s run its course, but if we want to do it he’s fine with it.

I’m sorry, we can’t just hope that Deep will snap out of it. He’s admitted that he doesn’t have it anymore. I, for one, take him at his word.

I will leave the mojo symbols to those who run the site and dispense with justice. I agree that it is doable.

As for @Deepster, I believe he is either persuadable, or that he has a plan to ride in and retake his rightly position as Jurrdge at the appropriate time.

I may also be deluded.

 

[shizzle787]

If we win the national championship; whaler, sdhusky, Spartacus, etc. should be brought back.

 

[BlueMAB]

 

[CL82]

I will leave the mojo symbols to those who run the site and dispense with justice. I agree that it is doable.

As for @Deepster, I believe he is either persuadable, or that he has a plan to ride in and retake his rightly position as Jurrdge at the appropriate time.

I may also be deluded.

Or he’s hedging his bet by sitting back - being critical if it crashes and burns, but claiming credit if we win a natty.

 

[superjohn]

I tried to be egalitarian and consensus building, but you all stuck at this stuff.

I hereby declare myself to be Plenipotentiary of the MOJO, ProTem.

Dempster is now hung. He is a feckless crapweasel, and deserving off a good banning, for crimes against the MOJO, to wit:

Unforgivable abdication of his responsibilities as Post Season Adjudicator of MOJO Justice.

Overt mockery of all attempts to recover and reposition the Boneyard to adapt to his shameless abdication.

Hereby, Deepster is banned from any commentary on the Boneyard until the NCAAT 2022 has ended.

All loyal members of the Boneyard are directed to mock, belittle and otherwise shame and ridicule the dastardly dwarf, as an appendment or signature in all NCAAT posts, from now until the end of the tourney.

Should any of you visit swami in the memory care unit, please gently inform him that he is out of a job, as well. Should he somehow gain access to an internet connected device, and somehow remember his Boneyard log-in (doubtful), loyal Boneyarders are encouraged to direct him to a convenient ice cream stand where he can commiserate with his fellow dementia patients.

You had me at "feckless crapweasel."

 

[KembaSlice]

If we're bringing Senhor back should we go all in and bring back Charlie Sheen as well?

 

[prankster]

Two posts in and the doddering old fool can’t get a sentence straight.

Dempster is a pustule. A festering boil on Laurie Fine's ample buttocks. He is Mark Emmert's enthusiastic fluffer.

I am in the enviable no lose position. When the Huskies win, I reign Supreme as the one who brought the MOJO that propelled our team to the pinnacle.

Should we not win, it will be only because that coprolite (look it up) Deep (damned autocorrect keeps turning Deepster into Demster. More accurate would be Dumpster) has determined to not only abdicate that small task that he so proudly trumpets, year over year, but to ridicule the Boneyard's necessary work around.

And you characters are enabling him, at this point.

Not at all my fault that you, collectively repudiate the powers that have delivered us our successes.

And, I will add, when I was hung, my sentence was that I could not post ANYTHING referencing Senhor, for the duration.

Not at all a simple task for me. But I bore my sentence as instructed. We all enjoyed our finest, funniest championship ever on this board (prove me wrong).

Not only is Dumpster flaunting his obligation as Judge (now, former Judge), he refuses to accept and follow through on his sentence (unsurprising for such a character less toadstool), but, so, too, at you clowns failing to heap scorn and derision upon him, as instructed.

So, none of you anal pores want to win, either. I get it.

Even the least creative of you could fall back on the litany of taunts from The Holy Grail ("I unclog my nose at you", etc.).

But you all would prefer to wallow in failure. Bask in the shadows of MOJO hell.

Did you know that a demon, trapped for a millennium, inside a rock, in Japan, has been released upon the world? Well, it happened. The rock just split, and it has been released upon the world. (You can look it up.)

Properly defended, here, by powerful MOJO, we can deflect the demon, from our team, and facilitate the visitation of its destructive power upon our enemies (including Dumpster, the fluffer of Emmert.)

Now get your shet together. Get it together and put it in a bag.

We have work to do. Follow your very simple, well communicated orders.

I am Ray D. Tutte. Plenipotentiary (pro tem) of the MOJO. King of Everything. (Classical reference, there.) I have no time for flatulance and orgasms (nother classical reference).

I swear I am dealing with a short bus filled with window lickers.

 

[B1GEast]

You keep what you kill

 

[OkaForPrez]

Dempster is a pustule. A festering boil on Laurie Fine's ample buttocks. He is Mark Emmert's enthusiastic fluffer.

I am in the enviable no lose position. When the Huskies win, I reign Supreme as the one who brought the MOJO that propelled our team to the pinnacle.

Should we not win, it will be only because that coprolite (look it up) Deep (damned autocorrect keeps turning Deepster into Demster. More accurate would be Dumpster) has determined to not only abdicate that small task that he so proudly trumpets, year over year, but to ridicule the Boneyard's necessary work around.

And you characters are enabling him, at this point.

Not at all my fault that you, collectively repudiate the powers that have delivered us our successes.

And, I will add, when I was hung, my sentence was that I could not post ANYTHING referencing Senhor, for the duration.

Not at all a simple task for me. But I bore my sentence as instructed. We all enjoyed our finest, funniest championship ever on this board (prove me wrong).

Not only is Dumpster flaunting his obligation as Judge (now, former Judge), he refuses to accept and follow through on his sentence (unsurprising for such a character less toadstool), but, so, too, at you clowns failing to heap scorn and derision upon him, as instructed.

So, none of you anal pores want to win, either. I get it.

Even the least creative of you could fall back on the litany of taunts from The Holy Grail ("I unclog my nose at you", etc.).

But you all would prefer to wallow in failure. Bask in the shadows of MOJO hell.

Did you know that a demon, trapped for a millennium, inside a rock, in Japan, has been released upon the world? Well, it happened. The rock just split, and it has been released upon the world. (You can look it up.)

Properly defended, here, by powerful MOJO, we can deflect the demon, from our team, and facilitate the visitation of its destructive power upon our enemies (including Dumpster, the fluffer of Emmert.)

Now get your shet together. Get it together and put it in a bag.

We have work to do. Follow your very simple, well communicated orders.

I am Ray D. Tutte. Plenipotentiary (pro tem) of the MOJO. King of Everything. (Classical reference, there.) I have no time for flatulance and orgasms (nother classical reference).

I swear I am dealing with a short bus filled with window lickers.

I hereby accept this ruling as law and support this new regime. Long live judge prankster.

 

[Deepster]

Dempster is a pustule. A festering boil on Laurie Fine's ample buttocks. He is Mark Emmert's enthusiastic fluffer.

I am in the enviable no lose position. When the Huskies win, I reign Supreme as the one who brought the MOJO that propelled our team to the pinnacle.

Should we not win, it will be only because that coprolite (look it up) Deep (damned autocorrect keeps turning Deepster into Demster. More accurate would be Dumpster) has determined to not only abdicate that small task that he so proudly trumpets, year over year, but to ridicule the Boneyard's necessary work around.

And you characters are enabling him, at this point.

Not at all my fault that you, collectively repudiate the powers that have delivered us our successes.

And, I will add, when I was hung, my sentence was that I could not post ANYTHING referencing Senhor, for the duration.

Not at all a simple task for me. But I bore my sentence as instructed. We all enjoyed our finest, funniest championship ever on this board (prove me wrong).

Not only is Dumpster flaunting his obligation as Judge (now, former Judge), he refuses to accept and follow through on his sentence (unsurprising for such a character less toadstool), but, so, too, at you clowns failing to heap scorn and derision upon him, as instructed.

So, none of you anal pores want to win, either. I get it.

Even the least creative of you could fall back on the litany of taunts from The Holy Grail ("I unclog my nose at you", etc.).

But you all would prefer to wallow in failure. Bask in the shadows of MOJO hell.

Did you know that a demon, trapped for a millennium, inside a rock, in Japan, has been released upon the world? Well, it happened. The rock just split, and it has been released upon the world. (You can look it up.)

Properly defended, here, by powerful MOJO, we can deflect the demon, from our team, and facilitate the visitation of its destructive power upon our enemies (including Dumpster, the fluffer of Emmert.)

Now get your shet together. Get it together and put it in a bag.

We have work to do. Follow your very simple, well communicated orders.

I am Ray D. Tutte. Plenipotentiary (pro tem) of the MOJO. King of Everything. (Classical reference, there.) I have no time for flatulance and orgasms (nother classical reference).

I swear I am dealing with a short bus filled with window lickers.

Jesus. Nonsense like this sure ain’t gonna get it done. Toothless insults and no sizzle at all to the crime or sentence. Every one of your posts make me realize I made the right choice to cut bait now.

 

[prankster]

Jesus. Nonsense like this sure ain’t gonna get it done. Toothless insults and no sizzle at all to the crime or sentence. Every one of your posts make me realize I made the right choice to cut bait now.

Posted like the jackwagon that you are.

I honestly understand how your life has turned out as it has.

You still eat raw potatoes? Still think it does anything?

You know, it had been noticed that there is a requirement that the gallows occupant be at least.somewhat accepting of his fate. You had relied upon that for years.

Now we all see you for the fraud that you have ever been. You are like the rooster that thinks the sun came up because he crowed. Anyone or no one could have accomplished what you claim to have accomplished.

4 Nattys? Heck, random access couldn't have done much worse than you.

Shoo shoo orange flu. Hell, you should have quit the year before that fiasco. Would have saved us all a horrible March Madness, both on the hardwood and on the Boneyard.

We should probably have done a slightly better job of ditching you back in the nomad days.

You are starting to remind me of that dope from Fresno State. What was his name? Buff?

Well, keep it up. I may start aiming that escaped demon in your direction, you empty headed lawn fungus. There are
euglenoids with more self awareness than you possess.

You have the mental capacity of an axylotl.

Keep killing the MOJO. Wear that as your badge of honor this season. Have you checked the memory care place? Maybe swami needs a room mate.

The two of you can fiddle with each other's fart clams.

 

[BlueMAB]

 

[OkaForPrez]

Jesus. Nonsense like this sure ain’t gonna get it done. Toothless insults and no sizzle at all to the crime or sentence. Every one of your posts make me realize I made the right choice to cut bait now.

 

[willie99]

Rolling Rock anyone?

 

[HuskyHawk]

I don't think this thread angers the mojo gods, but I think it's premature and misguided. And @willie99 the green glass swill needs to die.

I think we need to search for the answer. Luke Murray being on staff feels like a sign to me.

 

[OkaForPrez]

I don't think this thread angers the mojo gods, but I think it's premature and misguided. And @willie99 the green glass swill needs to die.

I think we need to search for the answer. Luke Murray being on staff feels like a sign to me.

Finally someone has taken the wheel and yanked it in the right direction. perhaps the mojo feels stale because we’ve trodded out the same tropes like Groundhog Day.

Looks like 6 more Ws of Spring to me.

 

[storrsroars]

With all apologies to MM's original and understanding the full risks of tempting fate by rewriting a sacred screed, I believe it's time for a 2022 update to reinvigorate the mojo gods.
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Time to put down Candy Crush and get down to MSG tonight before 9:30.

Tickets are selling for $150. You have $150 worth of Marvel NFTs in the cloud only one click away on your overpriced Chinese-sourced Apple 13. What in the world are you saving the $150 for? If you're still not ready to commit to spending $150 to see this game, you're probably the type of person who needs to be told that you won't be able to get floor seats for MonstaX for $150. Not going to happen, son.

The constant crying stops now. "Gaffney can't play point guard, waaah!" "Sanogo gets into too much foul trouble, waaah!" Let me get your pacifier, you big crybaby. You're so sad because Whaley isn't tough enough for you and Martin isn't good enough for you and RJ's beard isn't dreamy enough for you? Next you'll be telling me that Jackson is too long for you (guess what: you're right).

You think you're so, so special and you deserve only Wooster St. pizza, Treehouse limited release cans and lululemon joggers, well you're going to have to prove it tomorrow at 9:30pm at 7th Avenue and 33rd Street. The question you should be asking is "Am I good enough for this team," and the answer is actually "No." Life isn't some FanDuel fantasy where you make rain as every parlay pays out, and every stock pick offers above-market returns, and Charli D'Amelio thinks your story about the time you shared boneless wings with Christian Foxen at the Chick-Fil-A in Mohegan Sun makes you the most interesting man she ever desperately wanted to make a TikTok with. Life is a struggle. You get out there and fight for what you get. No one is going to give it to you.

I don't want to hear any of your excuses.

"My wife will kill me if I skip my daughter's recital and go into the city for the game." Who is telling your wife? Not any true UConn fan. They don't even know your wife (except probably Spackler if he's still lurking).

"I just cannot spare the time away from my family." Hate to be the one to break it to you, skippy, but your family just isn't that important. Remember that time you did that Words With Friends all-night marathon and the world erupted into chaos? Me neither. Plus you're probably more likely to get divorced when your wife learns that you routinely humor a guy named Deepster on a website called the "boneyard" than when they find out you enjoyed a basketball game instead of having dinner with the wife and kids. Besides, sneaking peeks at game chat while your spouse is praying for you to finish already isn't exactly being "faithful".

"But my UConn family, I have other plans for tonight." Did Garry McGhee have other plans when Kemba broke his ankles? Did Cincinnati have other plans when Jalen Adams sunk that 62-footer? Did Kimani Young have other plans before Hurley got T'd out of the Nova game? Other plans, pffft. You being in the right place at the right time is what matters. And that's at MSG tonight.

I'll tell you this: the game isn't too far for the group of 8 or 9 Butler fans walking down 6th Avenue this morning with wheely-bags in tow, surprised that they needed a second hotel night, looking around awestruck like they'd never seen a dirty dog cart or a Muslim taxi driver before. If those corn-fed hicks could leave the safety of their prairie hovels, drive their rusted F-150s across the wastelands of Ohio and Pennsylvania, and still spend two nights in an overpriced New York City hotel splattered with who knows whose DNA for their team, the least you can do is get off your lazy behind and catch a damned train. Seton Hall fans will. Unless, of course, you're admitting that you're only a casual fan. And that's OK, there are other things you can be involved in other than rooting for the Huskies. Like bingeing Judge Judy on Amazon, or being glued to the Big Texan live feed months after the rest of us moved on, or playing Legend of Zelda, which is the only place you can pretend to be a wolf instead of the sheep you are. If that's the way you want to go out, be my guest. True Husky Blue fans will be at The Garden tonight, rooting their heads off for the good guys.

 

[8893]

With all apologies to MM's original and understanding the full risks of tempting fate by rewriting a sacred screed, I believe it's time for a 2022 update to reinvigorate the mojo gods.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Time to put down Candy Crush and get down to MSG tonight before 9:30.

Tickets are selling for $150. You have $150 worth of Marvel NFTs in the cloud only one click away on your overpriced Chinese-sourced Apple 13. What in the world are you saving the $150 for? If you're still not ready to commit to spending $150 to see this game, you're probably the type of person who needs to be told that you won't be able to get floor seats for MonstaX for $150. Not going to happen, son.

The constant crying stops now. "Gaffney can't play point guard, waaah!" "Sanogo gets into too much foul trouble, waaah!" Let me get your pacifier, you big crybaby. You're so sad because Whaley isn't tough enough for you and Martin isn't good enough for you and RJ's beard isn't dreamy enough for you? Next you'll be telling me that Jackson is too long for you (guess what: you're right).

You think you're so, so special and you deserve only Wooster St. pizza, Treehouse limited release cans and lululemon joggers, well you're going to have to prove it tomorrow at 9:30pm at 7th Avenue and 33rd Street. The question you should be asking is "Am I good enough for this team," and the answer is actually "No." Life isn't some FanDuel fantasy where you make rain as every parlay pays out, and every stock pick offers above-market returns, and Charli D'Amelio thinks your story about the time you shared boneless wings with Christian Foxen at the Chick-Fil-A in Mohegan Sun makes you the most interesting man she ever desperately wanted to make a TikTok with. Life is a struggle. You get out there and fight for what you get. No one is going to give it to you.

I don't want to hear any of your excuses.

"My wife will kill me if I skip my daughter's recital and go into the city for the game." Who is telling your wife? Not any true UConn fan. They don't even know your wife (except probably Spackler if he's still lurking).

"I just cannot spare the time away from my family." Hate to be the one to break it to you, skippy, but your family just isn't that important. Remember that time you did that Words With Friends all-night marathon and the world erupted into chaos? Me neither. Plus you're probably more likely to get divorced when your wife learns that you routinely humor a guy named Deepster on a website called the "boneyard" than when they find out you enjoyed a basketball game instead of having dinner with the wife and kids. Besides, sneaking peeks at game chat while your spouse is praying for you to finish already isn't exactly being "faithful".

"But my UConn family, I have other plans for tonight." Did Garry McGhee have other plans when Kemba broke his ankles? Did Cincinnati have other plans when Jalen Adams sunk that 62-footer? Did Kimani Young have other plans before Hurley got T'd out of the Nova game? Other plans, pffft. You being in the right place at the right time is what matters. And that's at MSG tonight.

I'll tell you this: the game isn't too far for the group of 8 or 9 Butler fans walking down 6th Avenue this morning with wheely-bags in tow, surprised that they needed a second hotel night, looking around awestruck like they'd never seen a dirty dog cart or a Muslim taxi driver before. If those corn-fed hicks could leave the safety of their prairie hovels, drive their rusted F-150s across the wastelands of Ohio and Pennsylvania, and still spend two nights in an overpriced New York City hotel splattered with who knows whose DNA for their team, the least you can do is get off your lazy behind and catch a damned train. Seton Hall fans will. Unless, of course, you're admitting that you're only a casual fan. And that's OK, there are other things you can be involved in other than rooting for the Huskies. Like bingeing Judge Judy on Amazon, or being glued to the Big Texan live feed months after the rest of us moved on, or playing Legend of Zelda, which is the only place you can pretend to be a wolf instead of the sheep you are. If that's the way you want to go out, be my guest. True Husky Blue fans will be at The Garden tonight, rooting their heads off for the good guys.

Risky for sure.

But good effort.

 

[prankster]

Now that that demented old, useless so-called Judge (piss be upon him) has finally removed himself as the primary obstacle to our birthright 5th Natty (first under Coach Hurley), we are finally able to begin plowing a new field of Mojo, here.

And while the Japanese rock demon is busy prowling the world, looking for victims (unleashed for the first time in a millenium), we are busy generating a MOJO force field, to protect our beloved Huskies and to propel them to victory on a groundswell of positive MOJO.

Keep up the good work and remember to taunt and deride that drooling sub-genius, Dumpster at every opportunity.

BTW, Rolling Rock was foisted off on us by that dementia addled swami. It is not a sacrosanct thing, IMAO.

Definitely, it is on the table for re-consideration. We are convened, here and now, to liberate the MOJO!

 

[Tyler2Rings]

BTW, Rolling Rock was foisted off on us by that dementia addled swami. It is not a sacrosanct thing, IMAO

Rolling Rock mojo was before my time on the BY. Still, I have found references to it humorous, so its been my March CBOC (cheap beer of choice) for a while. Mojo can respond as It will

 

[CL82]

Risky for sure.

But good effort.

It had some laughs. There were a few vaguely disturbing parts - Next you'll be telling me that Jackson is too long for you (guess what: you're right) - but overall it was good, though nothing compared to the original.