|1.||and then the Packers won the Superbowl|
A newer version of the phrase "and then I found ten dollars", incorporating the victory of the Green Bay Packers in Superbowl XLV.
This phrase adds excitement to a story when it obviously ends abruptly and with no point.
-"I was watching this really funny commercial the other day, I guess you had to be there..."
-... and then the Packers won the Superbowl"
-"Aww really? Fucking sweet!"
|2.||...and that's when i saw the blood...|
a pointless-story-ending, similar to "and then i found ten dollars." when your story went nowhere, you put this on the end to make it interesting. generally used satirically to admit story-telling defeat.
cammie:well then it looked like the car had a scratch, but then it didn't really...
lila: cammie, is this story going anywhere?
cammie:...so i saw this chick, and i wanted to talk to her, but then i didn't...and that's when i saw the blood...
|3.||and then I found ten dollars!|
A tag line to add to the end of boring, stupid, or otherwise crappy stories. Amount of money should fluctuate proportional to the level of crappiness
...so the whole time we had been standing in the band room, and I kept thinking, "Wow, I really love band", uhh... and then, I found TEN dollars!!!
|4.||and then I got laid|
An expression attached to the end of a horribly told or terribly boring story as an attempt to salvage the amusement of the audience.
Last night I was at a party and there was this girls that I thought I new but then when I got a little closer I realized it wasn't the girl I thought it was...and then I got laid.
|5.||And That's Why You Never Milk an Ostrich|
Used at the end of a story with no point, much like And Then I Found Five Dollars. It is effective in that it confuses the listener.
So I fell asleep last night at seven and woke up a ten...And That's Why You Never Milk an Ostrich
National Association of Stock Car Racing.
Is it a sport?
Read this article from NASCAR.com and make your own conclusion:
By MARTY SMITH / March 9, 2006more...
NASCAR spokesman Jim Hunter, a vibrant 60-something known well for donning sweater vests and blazing Salem Lights, moseyed into his Daytona Beach office one morning last month and noticed a peculiar picture tacked to the wall opposite his desk.
His head was positioned atop a sinewy frame of shredded muscle.
"It was great, but I've never even dreamed of having a body like that!" Hunter howled. "But it's nice of Carl to work so hard for my benefit."
Carl, as in Edwards.
If you're a NASCAR fan and have so much as a faint pulse, you've seen Edwards' ridiculous physique on the cover of ESPN The Magazine. Dude is ripped.
Quite honestly, this very column is Edwards' biggest fear. He chuckled when I called to bust his chops about the David impression. But he also requested I express his concern that the photograph would be viewed as shameless self-promotion.
He wants it to speak for itself, just hopes it doesn't say, "Hey, look at me." It wasn't done out of haughtiness or pompousness. That wasn't the intention at all.
"Knowing Carl, as laid back as he is -- he just doesn't care
A man from history that wrote plays pomes and other things that you can barly understand and half the words sound made up.
The Tragedy of Macbethmore...
by William Shakespeare
SCENE I. A desert place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
SCENE II. A camp near Forres.
Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth--well he deserves tha...