When I was little, I wanted to be just like Lenny Dykstra. I wanted to work hard, practice every day, and earn the respect of my peers. Wait, no, hold on, I wanted to be just like Cal Ripken, Jr. My friend Kevin from across the street wanted to be just like Lenny Dykstra. He had a mental disease and used to put dirt in his mouth. Yeah, that's right. Anyway, Lenny was in the news this week because of an unpaid debt here or there, but the real news is that after this dignity nonsense is taken care of, the magazine entreprenuer and car wash mogul Dykstra is planning to expand his empire and pitch an Internet video game to Curt Schilling.
Yeah, I don't know either. I'm just going to copy-paste the transcript of their post-trial period and let you make sense of it. I can barely even look at this guy.
Tonight's Dugout is after the jump.
The Dugout
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TardAsNails: and that's when I saw it: an ashtray made out of Lutetium! So now I can park a stogie ass-first on the same thing I use to determine the age of meteorites! Haw haw! |
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CowboyCurtS: how is that even possible? |
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TardAsNails: well you can use its radioactive isotopes to... |
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TardAsNails: Haw! Why'm I telling you? You wouldn't understand, this is the kind of sh** that made me a car warsh millionaire! |
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CowboyCurtS: If you can do that, why don't you just pay the bill? |
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TardAsNails: What're you deaf or just retarded in the foot? I took one look at that bill and said "y'know what? F*** these goods and services, I'm using THIS seven grand to buy a 'tray lined with Bill Hicks' teeth." |
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TardAsNails: That's my f***in' ashtray money, bro! |
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CowboyCurtS: no I get it |
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TardAsNails: You think I'm gonna pay somebody for somethin' they did for me in exchange for money? What'm I, a woman? |
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TardAsNails: hold on a second bluh bluhhhhhhh |
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TardAsNails: /
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CowboyCurtS: jesus what did you want to talk to me about, exactly |
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TardAsNails: oh /wipes goopy wad of black horror from chin |
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TardAsNails: No, see, I've got an idea for a video game, and I want to "pitch it to you" get it GET IT? |
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CowboyCurtS: yes I get it |
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TardAsNails: DO YOU GET IT DO YOU F***EN GET IT RAAAAH |
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CowboyCurtS: AAH YES I GET IT STOP SPITTING DIARRHEA WATER ON ME |
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TardAsNails: Here's my idea: Lenny Dykstra walks to the right, stomps the sh** out of some turtles. |
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CowboyCurtS: ... you ... |
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TardAsNails: and at the end of the level there's one f***in' mongoloid turtle and if you jump over him, which you do, you win the board |
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TardAsNails: I call it "Lenny Dykstra Turtle Game" |
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CowboyCurtS: I don't want to be the bearer of bad news or anything, but I think your idea has been done be- |
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TardAsNails: hold hold on for a second |
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TardAsNails: hyurrr HYURRRRRRKKK |
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TardAsNails: /
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CowboyCurtS: oh god I'm gonna puke, is that a pelt |
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TardAsNails: so hey /wipes regurgitated offal of sewer rat from chin |
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TardAsNails: so you say they already got a game like that, no big d, I didn't become a car warsh millionaire by just comin' up with one idea! |
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CowboyCurtS: oh? What were you going to do if there was already a car wash |
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TardAsNails: drugs |
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TardAsNails: idea numero dos: one of four Lennies Dykstra (your choice, natch) throws turnips at a frog, realizes it was a fevered dream |
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CowboyCurtS: That's the uh, that's the- |
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TardAsNails: idea the third, John Kruk has a cadre of hideous children, Lenny Dykstra goes from castle to castle dispatching them |
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TardAsNails: fourth idea, super mario world with a sportsflick of me taped to the front of the box |
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CowboyCurtS: are you serious |
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TardAsNails: Nah man, I'm just f***in' with you! /punches Schilling as hard as possible in the chest |
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TardAsNails: I know those games are around already! I've got enough money to BUY those games, bro! My real idea is wait hold on |
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TardAsNails: blargk ..... |
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TardAsNails: .... /puts hand on stomach |
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TardAsNails: whew, I think I |
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TardAsNails: BLARRGGGGHHKKK /
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CowboyCurtS: AW SICK DUDE THAT SMELLS LIKE A GAS STATION |
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TardAsNails: sorry bro, I've been talkin' out my ass so long my body forgot what to send where /pulls human bung-twizzlers from gullet |
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CowboyCurtS: oh, oh god I think I'm vomiting out of the hole in my foot, oh god my shoes are filling with bile |
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TardAsNails: no my real game idea is a flash internet game where you're in charge of a car warsh and you see how many cars you can warsh before time runs out |
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CowboyCurtS: argh, why didn't you just send me that in an e-mail, why did you have to enact this grotesque pantomime |
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CowboyCurtS: every time I see you you're somehow more vile and damaged, I don't know if you did drugs in the 80s or just injected lighter fluid into your veins |
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CowboyCurtS: how do you wake up in the morning as Lenny Dykstra and not drown yourself to death in the f***ing ocean |
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TardAsNails: my wife crunches up a bunch of xanax and mixes them in with my chaw, see /opens mouth |
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CowboyCurtS: urgh, it's like a sinkhole |
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TardAsNails: Hey you know what, you don't want to make my game? That's cool, bro. I'll just get Midway to do it. They'll do a good job! |
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CowboyCurtS: pffffffffff hahahahah |
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TardAsNails: yeah I knew that was a lie when I was sayin' it all right, plan two, how about I stab you in the f***in' leg and take your wallet |
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CowboyCurtS: ha, oh Lenny, won't you ever learn? |
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CowboyCurtS: oh god what're you doing get away from me |




















Reader Comments (Page 1 of 1)
11-26-2008 @ 7:16AM
jimdog said...
omg i can't breathe and i'm crying and i lost the ability to type capital letters
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11-26-2008 @ 10:09AM
Jonathan said...
Considering prior Dugout history, I was half expecting this to be a parody of JLA: The Nail.
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11-26-2008 @ 1:07PM
Sandra Dee said...
While I probably should never read The Dugout right after breakfast ... TardAsNails Plan #2 made me laugh through the puking up of something that smells like a gas station...
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11-26-2008 @ 10:55AM
John B. said...
Oh jeez, I laughed so hard I hurt my damn stomach. This is one of the best Fanhouse dugouts ever.
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11-26-2008 @ 4:15PM
David W said...
Oh gawd it hurts. IT HURTS! Man was not meant to (stifle) laugh(ter) like this (because I'm across the hall from the GM's office)!
B, you are the Master of Everything Ever.
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11-26-2008 @ 3:21PM
johnnynebraska said...
Thank you, B, for getting me in trouble at work.
TardAsNails: idea numero dos: one of four Lennies Dykstra (your choice, natch) throws turnips at a frog, realizes it was a fevered dream
/laughs out loud
/may no longer visit progressive boink at work
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11-26-2008 @ 3:50PM
Jon Bois said...
B, if you keep out-Dugouting me I am going to punch you inside of your face
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11-26-2008 @ 8:46PM
Donut King said...
Be sure to reach the back of the eye sockets while you're at it. It improves bowling form.
Anyway, any Dugout denegrating two of my least favorite players of all time is cool by me.
11-27-2008 @ 12:06PM
Gleebo said...
"TardAsNails: fourth idea, super mario world with a sportsflick of me taped to the front of the box"
Shut it down. Line of the year.
Just wondering though....what Marioverse role would be used to portray Dave Hollins.
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