Fantastic. He's got these weird hooks. They're always wide and the arc is always EXACTLY same. It's perfectly symmetrical EVERY TIME. He's like a stag beetle. And it's brilliant because it sets up the shoulder feint into uppercut (which he does a lot). Which is gorgeous (By the way). (Seemingly) Long arms. Great straight punches.
Hym "Yeah, Tommy Fury is tight. Totally different style from his father. Fantastic thought. Very strong. His hooks are weird though. They're WIDE but NOT LOOPING. So if you look at the left hook from Shogun Rua that put out Chuck liddell? That's looping. Jose aldo signature lunging straight into LOOPING left hook? Same thing. Tommy Fury? No loop. Just wide, perfectly symmetrical arcs. Weird."
by Hym Iam August 26, 2023
Get the Tommy Furymug. by Mic.. August 11, 2016
Get the fury cupmug. by KaZoYT October 12, 2020
Get the Furymug. by Shadows of evil easter egg December 15, 2017
Get the winter's furymug. The near-maniacal rage you feel when an online vendor/advertiser off-handedly remarks that a desired product/content is no longer offered/available, and then adds insult to injury by cheerfully cajoling, "But no worries --- check out some of our other awesome products/services, like these!", causing you to just wanna smash yer fist right through the screen in resentful frustration, since whatever "substitute" profferings they are showing you have virtually no resemblance whatever to what you were looking for and would certainly not be anywhere near as satisfying; it's almost like they're presuming to imply that THEY know more about what YOU want than YOU do YOURSELF!
Counsellor, sympathetically consoling a late-teens client who is practically climbing the walls in tearful frustration from having been cheekily offered "Super Mario" by an online-gaming website when he'd wanted to play a round of "Spy Hunter Classic" after a long day at high school, just as he'd been doing every evening for the past two years: Ah-haa --- sounds to me like a classic case of "alternatives"-ad fury --- I so totally "get ya", Young Man, and I don't blame ya one bit for feeling this way... a lot of companies sure don't consider what their customers truly want whenever they"update" their offerings, do they? Reminds me of a couple of local radio stations back when I was around your age --- all of a sudden they stopped playing their traditional soothing '60's 'n' '70's easy-listening music in favor of pop-bop and country-crap --- a LOT of adult-listeners were REALLY bummed out about that! Why, I myself STILL sorely miss that wonderful music almost thirty years later!
by QuacksO July 13, 2018
Get the "alternatives"-ad furymug. The Pink Rod of Fury (or PROF) is a cheap pink child's fishing rod that, paradoxically, is able to slay fish in far greater numbers and size than it's flimsy construction would suggest.
Thought to have magical powers ... though there are in fact many PROFs in circulation.
Thought to have magical powers ... though there are in fact many PROFs in circulation.
by H34VY D February 6, 2023
Get the pink rod of furymug. Balds of Fury
(noun)
1. A notorious crew of hairless degenerates who were forged in the flashing lights, multiballs, and tilts of pinball machines. Originally just a handful of chrome-domed flipper fiends, the Balds of Fury evolved into a full-blown cult of arcade chaos — fueled by beer, bragging rights, and the eternal hunt for “just one more game.”
2. Known to descend upon bars and arcades like a shiny-headed biker gang (but with quarters instead of chains), their natural habitat is anywhere a steel ball can ricochet off bumpers while they yell things like “House ball!” or “Jackpot!” loud enough to scare civilians.
3. While they’ve since expanded into trivia, pool, and wing-night dominance, pinball remains their sacred ground — every flipper flip a prayer, every drain a tragedy, every high score a victory etched in legend.
(noun)
1. A notorious crew of hairless degenerates who were forged in the flashing lights, multiballs, and tilts of pinball machines. Originally just a handful of chrome-domed flipper fiends, the Balds of Fury evolved into a full-blown cult of arcade chaos — fueled by beer, bragging rights, and the eternal hunt for “just one more game.”
2. Known to descend upon bars and arcades like a shiny-headed biker gang (but with quarters instead of chains), their natural habitat is anywhere a steel ball can ricochet off bumpers while they yell things like “House ball!” or “Jackpot!” loud enough to scare civilians.
3. While they’ve since expanded into trivia, pool, and wing-night dominance, pinball remains their sacred ground — every flipper flip a prayer, every drain a tragedy, every high score a victory etched in legend.
• “Don’t challenge the Balds of Fury to pinball unless you’re ready to be blinded by scalp glare and humiliated on the leaderboard.”
• “I thought it was just one bald guy playing pinball… then six more appeared out of nowhere. Classic Balds of Fury ambush.”
• “Some say the Balds of Fury were born when a Stern machine tilted too hard and the universe decided hair wasn’t necessary.”
• “I thought it was just one bald guy playing pinball… then six more appeared out of nowhere. Classic Balds of Fury ambush.”
• “Some say the Balds of Fury were born when a Stern machine tilted too hard and the universe decided hair wasn’t necessary.”
by GuidoDaPimp September 11, 2025
Get the Balds of Furymug.