-
Xenforo Cloud upgraded our forum to XenForo version 2.3.4. This update has created styling issues to our current templates, this is just a temporary look. We will continue to work on clearing up these issues for the next few days and restore the site to it's more familiar look, but please report any other issues you may experience so we can look into. Thanks for your patience and understanding.
Useless Thread MCMXCIX: Miss Piggy Appreciation Thread
- Thread starter GIADF
- Start date
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
It automatically came back in dark mode
GIADF
Not A Mod
Mine did not. When I tried changing it to the other 2 options it was grey ish for a moment, but with white text which was the worst shit I've seen on a forum ever and I've seen thousands of JP posts.
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
Yeah idk how it came back in dark mode automatically. The only time it wasn’t in dark mode was when it getting ready to launch again around like 1:30 or so when it was grey.
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
Could it be browser related? Idk
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
2-1 the final from the stadium last night.
Also who started that fight in the 1st, was it one of yinz?
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
Looks like @PanthersPens62 made it out of the house today
Site is starting to spaz out whenever I like or post
Site is starting to spaz out whenever I like or post
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
f*** competitive man all these losers paired with me can't do shit
MetalheadPenguinsFan
Registered User
Of f***ing course this shitsack website still hasn’t fixed the major error where it’ll spaz out randomly and refresh the page on it’s own…
Either while you’re scrolling or as you are posting…
Either while you’re scrolling or as you are posting…
MetalheadPenguinsFan
Registered User
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
Can we have a good football game please
Sega Dreamcast
party like it's 1999
The frowny face is bound to be misused
Fixed to Ruin
Come wit it now!
Oogie Boogie
Registered User
There were good hockey games. Seems like you missed out.
PanthersPens62
Paul & Stanley
Hood Morning @MetalheadPenguinsFan !!! 
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
stupid ass Youtube TV didn't record the 2nd half of Penn State ND
MetalheadPenguinsFan
Registered User
Hood Morning @MetalheadPenguinsFan !!!
Hood morning and happy Fri-yay to you, my smile-filled amigo!
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
I know I'm using an ad blocker
No I will NOT disable it
No I will NOT disable it
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
Frank Fleming's Golden Night
Frank Fleming had been a Notre Dame fan for as long as he could remember. Growing up in South Bend, Indiana, he was baptized into the Church of Touchdown Jesus and had faithfully followed the Fighting Irish through their triumphs and heartbreaks. On this chilly December night, Frank found himself in a state of nervous anticipation. Notre Dame was squaring off against Penn State in the semifinals of the College Football Playoff, and the stakes couldn’t be higher—a win meant a trip to the national championship.
Frank had turned his living room into a shrine to the Irish. His green and gold jersey, a relic from the Lou Holtz era, was draped over his chest like armor. His Notre Dame pennant hung above the TV, and a bowl of pretzels sat untouched as his nerves robbed him of an appetite.
The game had been a rollercoaster from the start. Penn State jumped out to an early 14-0 lead, and Frank’s heart sank as he muttered, “Not again.” But Notre Dame clawed back. By halftime, the score was tied at 17-17, thanks to a spectacular pick-six by their star cornerback and a perfectly executed two-minute drill by their young quarterback.
As the second half unfolded, the tension only grew. Every play felt like a life-or-death moment. With five minutes left in the fourth quarter, Penn State broke the tie with a 60-yard bomb that left Frank clutching his head in despair. But Notre Dame wasn’t done. The Irish mounted a methodical drive, mixing power runs and precision passes to march down the field. With 30 seconds left, their quarterback found a receiver in the corner of the end zone to tie the game at 24-24.
Frank was on his feet now, pacing back and forth, his eyes glued to the screen. Penn State tried to mount a quick drive, but Notre Dame’s defense held strong, forcing a punt with 10 seconds left. That’s when it happened—a brilliant punt return to Penn State’s 35-yard line, setting up a chance for a game-winning field goal.
Notre Dame’s kicker, a freshman with ice in his veins, jogged onto the field. The stadium noise on TV was deafening, but Frank could only hear the pounding of his own heart. As the ball was snapped, the hold was clean, and the kick sailed through the air like a prayer.
The ball split the uprights as time expired. Notre Dame 27, Penn State 24.
Frank erupted, leaping off his couch and shouting at the top of his lungs, “YES! YES! WE’RE GOING TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP!” His neighbors, also Notre Dame fans, could hear his shouts echoing down the street.
He grabbed his old Notre Dame flag, ran outside, and waved it triumphantly in the cold night air. A few neighbors joined him, cheering and singing the Notre Dame Victory March. For Frank, this wasn’t just a game; it was a validation of years of loyalty and belief.
As he finally settled down, he looked at the TV, where the players were celebrating on the field. “One more game,” he whispered to himself, already dreaming of the championship. For now, though, he soaked in the glory of an unforgettable win, knowing this was a night
he’d never forget.
Frank Fleming had been a Notre Dame fan for as long as he could remember. Growing up in South Bend, Indiana, he was baptized into the Church of Touchdown Jesus and had faithfully followed the Fighting Irish through their triumphs and heartbreaks. On this chilly December night, Frank found himself in a state of nervous anticipation. Notre Dame was squaring off against Penn State in the semifinals of the College Football Playoff, and the stakes couldn’t be higher—a win meant a trip to the national championship.
Frank had turned his living room into a shrine to the Irish. His green and gold jersey, a relic from the Lou Holtz era, was draped over his chest like armor. His Notre Dame pennant hung above the TV, and a bowl of pretzels sat untouched as his nerves robbed him of an appetite.
The game had been a rollercoaster from the start. Penn State jumped out to an early 14-0 lead, and Frank’s heart sank as he muttered, “Not again.” But Notre Dame clawed back. By halftime, the score was tied at 17-17, thanks to a spectacular pick-six by their star cornerback and a perfectly executed two-minute drill by their young quarterback.
As the second half unfolded, the tension only grew. Every play felt like a life-or-death moment. With five minutes left in the fourth quarter, Penn State broke the tie with a 60-yard bomb that left Frank clutching his head in despair. But Notre Dame wasn’t done. The Irish mounted a methodical drive, mixing power runs and precision passes to march down the field. With 30 seconds left, their quarterback found a receiver in the corner of the end zone to tie the game at 24-24.
Frank was on his feet now, pacing back and forth, his eyes glued to the screen. Penn State tried to mount a quick drive, but Notre Dame’s defense held strong, forcing a punt with 10 seconds left. That’s when it happened—a brilliant punt return to Penn State’s 35-yard line, setting up a chance for a game-winning field goal.
Notre Dame’s kicker, a freshman with ice in his veins, jogged onto the field. The stadium noise on TV was deafening, but Frank could only hear the pounding of his own heart. As the ball was snapped, the hold was clean, and the kick sailed through the air like a prayer.
The ball split the uprights as time expired. Notre Dame 27, Penn State 24.
Frank erupted, leaping off his couch and shouting at the top of his lungs, “YES! YES! WE’RE GOING TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP!” His neighbors, also Notre Dame fans, could hear his shouts echoing down the street.
He grabbed his old Notre Dame flag, ran outside, and waved it triumphantly in the cold night air. A few neighbors joined him, cheering and singing the Notre Dame Victory March. For Frank, this wasn’t just a game; it was a validation of years of loyalty and belief.
As he finally settled down, he looked at the TV, where the players were celebrating on the field. “One more game,” he whispered to himself, already dreaming of the championship. For now, though, he soaked in the glory of an unforgettable win, knowing this was a night
he’d never forget.
PanthersPens62
Paul & Stanley
It's Hoda's last day. 
