Useless Thread MCMVIII: Mario FIXED It - The U Appreciation Thread

[John Price]

heading out

 

[MetalheadPenguinsFan]

heading out

Early bird sale at BaB????

 

[Sega Dreamcast]

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Exactly my point, rooting for the evil Chiefs so you can win your parlay is pathetic.

 

[MetalheadPenguinsFan]

Went all in on ze Isles

Dunno their record this season but…ze Pens are due for another shitty game/loss.

Sid can’t do everything himself.

 

[John Price]

Exactly my point, rooting for the evil Chiefs so you can win your parlay is pathetic.

easy money

 

[John Price]

Is Hope still banned from Forrester Creations

We begin this week as Carter (Lawrence Saint-Victor) rushes to the office to pick up Hope (Annika Noelle) in his fancy sports car. Hope tells him she was forced from the building and begs him to get her out of there. He vows that everything will be ok and they share a heated kiss in the parking lot. As she hugs him, he glares at the building.

 

[John Price]

they popped the remember the titans celly

 

[End of Line]

What a cuck

I wonder if he has a chair in his bedroom….

 

[John Price]

Man up. I did.

 

[John Price]

!!

 

[John Price]

wow "mr Pfizer" looking contrite and apologetic, whats the matter you aren't drunk today or celebrating?

seriously every Kelce clip is him drinking multiple beers dude you're a grown man

 

[John Price]

ESPN / " Disney" forcing Jason Kelce to apologize like

 

[SoupNazi]

In a quiet corner of the internet, in a mysterious forum known only as The Useless Thread, an unlikely drama began brewing. Here, keyboard warriors gathered daily to share memes, argue over niche topics, and bicker in the pettiest ways imaginable. Among the regulars were two users who often found themselves at odds: John Price and @RayP.

John Price, known for his plushie collection, was endlessly mocked by others on the forum, especially by Ray Potts. Ray was a bald, sardonic cyclist with an acerbic wit. He often mocked John’s plushies, which he called "dust magnets" and "symbols of arrested development."

But John didn’t mind. He saw his plushies as little friends, quiet companions that brought him joy after long days spent online. He even had names for each of them: Button, Mister Bongo, Puffkins, and Queenie Fluffington. In secret, he whispered to them about his frustrations, his loneliness, and, of course, his wish that Ray Potts would just… disappear.

One stormy night, John was scrolling through the forum, silently fuming at Ray’s latest insult, when he thought he heard a faint whisper from the shelf beside him. Startled, he glanced over. His plushies seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

“Don’t be afraid, John,” a soft voice whispered.

John’s jaw dropped as he realized it was coming from Queenie Fluffington, his plushie bunny. Her tiny eyes glowed faintly, and her stitched mouth curved into the slightest hint of a smile.

“Ray Potts has hurt you, hasn’t he?” she continued, her voice calm and soothing.

“Yes,” John stammered, still in disbelief.

“He must pay,” chimed in Mister Bongo, his little teddy bear with a mischievous glint in his plastic eyes.

“Y-You guys want to help me?” John asked, a mixture of fear and excitement building inside him.

“We’re tired of seeing you mocked,” said Button, the plushie owl. “Let us handle this.”

The next day, Ray Potts awoke with a dull pain on his scalp. He was supposed to join his cycling group for a long ride, but as he put on his helmet, he winced in pain. He pulled off the helmet and ran his fingers over his bald head, feeling bumps that hadn’t been there before.

As the day wore on, the sores worsened. They throbbed and itched, flaring up every time he even thought about putting on his helmet. The frustration bubbled over. He logged into The Useless Thread to vent, detailing his mysterious affliction and blaming everything from his helmet to his laundry detergent.

John saw Ray’s post and smirked to himself. His plushies had kept their word.

But it didn’t stop there. Every day, Ray’s helmet caused more sores to appear, making it nearly impossible for him to ride. And every night, John would whisper to his plushies, who whispered back promises of even greater inconveniences.

Finally, Ray—desperate, exhausted, and covered in painful bumps—logged onto the forum with a post that would shock everyone:

“John Price, I don’t know what kind of voodoo you’re pulling, but you win. No more mocking your plushies. Just make it stop!”

John replied with a single, smug message: “Sometimes it’s better to be a manchild than a man with sores.”

From that day forward, Ray Potts never dared to speak ill of John’s beloved plushie collection again. And in the quiet of his room, John’s plushies rested peacefully, their little mission complete—for now.

 

[John Price]

@Sega Dreamcast will you watch the new Vince wrestling league

In a quiet corner of the internet, in a mysterious forum known only as The Useless Thread, an unlikely drama began brewing. Here, keyboard warriors gathered daily to share memes, argue over niche topics, and bicker in the pettiest ways imaginable. Among the regulars were two users who often found themselves at odds: John Price and @RayP.

John Price, known for his plushie collection, was endlessly mocked by others on the forum, especially by Ray Potts. Ray was a bald, sardonic cyclist with an acerbic wit. He often mocked John’s plushies, which he called "dust magnets" and "symbols of arrested development."

But John didn’t mind. He saw his plushies as little friends, quiet companions that brought him joy after long days spent online. He even had names for each of them: Button, Mister Bongo, Puffkins, and Queenie Fluffington. In secret, he whispered to them about his frustrations, his loneliness, and, of course, his wish that Ray Potts would just… disappear.

One stormy night, John was scrolling through the forum, silently fuming at Ray’s latest insult, when he thought he heard a faint whisper from the shelf beside him. Startled, he glanced over. His plushies seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

“Don’t be afraid, John,” a soft voice whispered.

John’s jaw dropped as he realized it was coming from Queenie Fluffington, his plushie bunny. Her tiny eyes glowed faintly, and her stitched mouth curved into the slightest hint of a smile.

“Ray Potts has hurt you, hasn’t he?” she continued, her voice calm and soothing.

“Yes,” John stammered, still in disbelief.

“He must pay,” chimed in Mister Bongo, his little teddy bear with a mischievous glint in his plastic eyes.

“Y-You guys want to help me?” John asked, a mixture of fear and excitement building inside him.

“We’re tired of seeing you mocked,” said Button, the plushie owl. “Let us handle this.”

The next day, Ray Potts awoke with a dull pain on his scalp. He was supposed to join his cycling group for a long ride, but as he put on his helmet, he winced in pain. He pulled off the helmet and ran his fingers over his bald head, feeling bumps that hadn’t been there before.

As the day wore on, the sores worsened. They throbbed and itched, flaring up every time he even thought about putting on his helmet. The frustration bubbled over. He logged into The Useless Thread to vent, detailing his mysterious affliction and blaming everything from his helmet to his laundry detergent.

John saw Ray’s post and smirked to himself. His plushies had kept their word.

But it didn’t stop there. Every day, Ray’s helmet caused more sores to appear, making it nearly impossible for him to ride. And every night, John would whisper to his plushies, who whispered back promises of even greater inconveniences.

Finally, Ray—desperate, exhausted, and covered in painful bumps—logged onto the forum with a post that would shock everyone:

“John Price, I don’t know what kind of voodoo you’re pulling, but you win. No more mocking your plushies. Just make it stop!”

John replied with a single, smug message: “Sometimes it’s better to be a manchild than a man with sores.”

From that day forward, Ray Potts never dared to speak ill of John’s beloved plushie collection again. And in the quiet of his room, John’s plushies rested peacefully, their little mission complete—for now.

 

[Sega Dreamcast]

@Sega Dreamcast will you watch the new Vince wrestling league

 

[Sega Dreamcast]

We've been watching Vince running the show for 30 years, ain't nobody misses his shit ideas and shit booking, other than your jabroni ass.

 

[John Price]

We've been watching Vince running the show for 30 years, ain't nobody misses his shit ideas and shit booking, other than your jabroni ass.

but mr McMahon was an iconic character

 

[PanthersPens62]

wow "mr Pfizer" looking contrite and apologetic, whats the matter you aren't drunk today or celebrating?

seriously every Kelce clip is him drinking multiple beers dude you're a grown man

It takes a grown man to admit he did wrong. Too bad "others" don't ever have the maturity to apologize for their vile language & behavior.

And yes. Hope is still banned. Mr. Forrester is going to try & intervene on her behalf but Steffy will not even listen to her beloved Granddad.

 

[John Price]

It takes a grown man to admit he did wrong. Too bad "others" don't ever have the maturity to apologize for their vile language & behavior.

And yes. Hope is still banned. Mr. Forrester is going to try & intervene on her behalf but Steffy will not even listen to her beloved Granddad.

Kelce acts like a college frat boy

you're 40 dude you' can't be chugging beers shirtless

 

[John Price]

 

[PanthersPens62]

Kelce acts like a college frat boy

you're 40 dude you' can't be chugging beers shirtless

He was defending his brother's honor. Could he have reacted better? Probably, but you can't blame him for reacting the way he did.

 

[John Price]

 

[MetalheadPenguinsFan]

“Puffkins” and “Queenie Fluffington”

 

[John Price]

Za'Darius Smith

 

[MetalheadPenguinsFan]

Kelce acts like a college frat boy

you're 40 dude you' can't be chugging beers shirtless

Meanwhile here’s live footage of Mr. Price chugging beer with a shirt on….