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Ok, I had my pity party, and I'm happy that you all attended. My misery loved your company. Part of me still hurts, but I can only stay in that state just so long before I start getting on my own nerves. So no more of this from me. I'm sure every once in a while I'll think back to last night and shake my head, but it is time to move on.

It is time to pick ourselves up, drink some Kool Aid, make up some ridiculous trade ideas , argue over who has the better long term plan, track down every insane trade rumor, research players we've never seen play before and convince ourselves we're experts, and basically just keep being diehard fans.

More words of wisdom from Bluto after the jump.

BlutoD-Day: War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? **** no!
Otter: Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he's rolling.
Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough...
[thinks hard]
Bluto: the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
[runs out, alone; then returns]
Bluto: What the **** happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my *** from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.
Bluto: We're just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Let's do it.
Bluto: LET'S DO IT!