Late night bullshit: 1st round picks

[Direckshun]

Originally Posted by AussieChiefsFan

Many heart attacks were suffered that day....

If you get your head around it here in February, it makes tons of sense.

[AussieChiefsFan]

Originally Posted by Direckshun

If you get your head around it here in February, it makes tons of sense.

In what way?

[Direckshun]

Originally Posted by AussieChiefsFan

In what way?

Because you will be resigned.

*takes a sip of brandy in your father's velvet chair*

You see, in life, we can't all have parades thrown for us.

Some of us have to be on the sidewalk, with sticky cotton-candy'd fingers, sloppily fingering boogers out of our noses while the truly fortunate stride down the street in front of us.

Such is the fate of the Chiefs fan.

As life finds time to reward some, and deny others, we will eternally exist as wallpaper.

And we'll all look back on days like today and think... Remember that one time we traded two draft picks away for Alex Smith and told ourselves he was The Guy? Why did we do that?

And we'll laugh, our chuckles heavied with the suppression of sorrow. The lines in our skin will deepen from the despair.

And people will wonder... how could they live like that. Who would choose that life.

*pats you on the head*

I'll tell you who, sonny boy.

The nose-pickers on the sidewalk, cheering on the parade.

[AussieChiefsFan]

Originally Posted by Direckshun

Because you will be resigned.

*takes a sip of brandy in your father's velvet chair*

You see, in life, we can't all have parades thrown for us.

Some of us have to be on the sidewalk, with sticky cotton-candy'd fingers, sloppily fingering boogers out of our noses while the truly fortunate stride down the street in front of us.

Such is the fate of the Chiefs fan.

As life finds time to reward some, and deny others, we will eternally exist as wallpaper.

And we'll all look back on days like today and think... Remember that one time we traded two draft picks away for Alex Smith and told ourselves he was The Guy? Why did we do that?

And we'll laugh, our chuckles heavied with the suppression of sorrow. The lines in our skin will deepen from the despair.

And people will wonder... how could they live like that. Who would choose that life.

*pats you on the head*

I'll tell you who, sonny boy.

The nose-pickers on the sidewalk, cheering on the parade.

Direckshun, are you high?

[Direckshun]

Originally Posted by AussieChiefsFan

Direckshun, are you high?

I'm about 6-deep on a pack of Three Blind Mice, a fantastic stout brew from a Springfield brewery.

I am feeling great.

Freed, really. Like, I honestly never have to give a shit about the Chiefs again.

The blinders have been taken from my eyes, and I can view the world as it is.

A hostile world full of barron gestures of hope, masking what is certain to be an inevitable march towards obscurity.

Aliens will discover our civilization a millenia from now, long after we've annihilated the world with nuclear winter.

They'll puzzle over our society as they try to put the pieces together.

What did they do all day? Study outer space? Try to improve their ability to provide healthcare for their children?

The sad truth, of course, is that some of us did. But most of us spent an insane amount of time following an organization of no consequence as it shat on us day after day after day.

These are the days of history, soon to be forgotten. We are the answer to questions the future will never ask.

[AussieChiefsFan]

Originally Posted by Direckshun

I'm about 6-deep on a pack of Three Blind Mice, a fantastic stout brew from a Springfield brewery.

I am feeling great.

Freed, really. Like, I honestly never have to give a shit about the Chiefs again.

The blinders have been taken from my eyes, and I can view the world as it is.

A hostile world full of barron gestures of hope, masking what is certain to be an inevitable march towards obscurity.

Aliens will discover our civilization a millenia from now, long after we've annihilated the world with nuclear winter.

They'll puzzle over our society as they try to put the pieces together.

What did they do all day? Study outer space? Try to improve their ability to provide healthcare for their children?

The sad truth, of course, is that some of us did. But most of us spent an insane amount of time following an organization of no consequence as it shat on us day after day after day.

These are the days of history, soon to be forgotten. We are the answer to questions the future will never ask.

wow. deep.

Like, I honestly never have to give a shit about the Chiefs again.

Good luck with that.

[RunKC]

If Alex Smith is traded and we don't take a QB in the first or second round, I'm just not going to be able to watch this team very much this year.

Maybe a few quarters here and there, but that's it.

[Direckshun]

Originally Posted by AussieChiefsFan

Good luck with that.

The fortunate thing is, I don't need luck.

I can just exist, take this small corner of the universe and call it mine.

All extraneous distractions, I can dismiss freely.

Like the letter "K." Who needs it. I've got the letter C, do I not?

From now on, I will never use the letter K again.

[DJ's left nut]

Originally Posted by Direckshun

I'm about 6-deep on a pack of Three Blind Mice, a fantastic stout brew from a Springfield brewery.

You're not kidding, Three Blind Mice is great.

As to the rest - it's a worry that I've had on several occasions. What if your entire existence is just the bit player in someone else's story?

The Chiefs are the NFL's bit player. We're the team that you need to beat to make the playoffs. If we're lucky enough to make the playoffs, we're the team that the winners have to beat to get to the next level...or even the team that the losers have to beat so they can get beat by the winners.

The Chiefs are extras in someone else's story. That's the way it will always be.

[Dave Lane]

Originally Posted by Direckshun

Because you will be resigned.

*takes a sip of brandy in your father's velvet chair*

You see, in life, we can't all have parades thrown for us.

Some of us have to be on the sidewalk, with sticky cotton-candy'd fingers, sloppily fingering boogers out of our noses while the truly fortunate stride down the street in front of us.

Such is the fate of the Chiefs fan.

As life finds time to reward some, and deny others, we will eternally exist as wallpaper.

And we'll all look back on days like today and think... Remember that one time we traded two draft picks away for Alex Smith and told ourselves he was The Guy? Why did we do that?

And we'll laugh, our chuckles heavied with the suppression of sorrow. The lines in our skin will deepen from the despair.

And people will wonder... how could they live like that. Who would choose that life.

*pats you on the head*

I'll tell you who, sonny boy.

The nose-pickers on the sidewalk, cheering on the parade.

Listening to the reeruned Chiefs fans out there I swear we don't deserve to be in the parade.

[Rasputin]

It's just too much to ask to simply just ****ing draft a ****ing QBotf with our first round pick thanks to the Todd Blackledge curse fueled by the true fans. We need or next HOF TE with or first pick.


****

my

life


CLowN Smile (death warmed over)