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- Jan 15, 2018
Any time someone posts one of Bob's tweet dumps (really, it is basically him taking a verbal shit on anyone seeing his posts), I get the urge to "Manhattanize" my brain. As in drink a Manhattan or two, heavy on the Rye.

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Any time someone posts one of Bob's tweet dumps (really, it is basically him taking a verbal shit on anyone seeing his posts), I get the urge to "Manhattanize" my brain. As in drink a Manhattan or two, heavy on the Rye.
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Bob is such an alcopleb. Does he really drink that shit? I mean a real beer will make him even fatter, but at least it tastes like what it is and isn't covering the alcohol taste with lemonade.Yeah, but we know the booze of the Superior Future is Mike's Hard Lemonade.
I saw that the thread had jumped almost ten pages since I last checked it, and started wondering if Bob had finally snapped and tried to eat Frances McDormand or something. But nope, just more of his creepy fascism and autism. (There should be a name for that. Fauscism?)
Happy 1000+ pages of Blob, everyone.
Still easily the dumbest fucking thing Bob ever said. A "Fully Manhattanized New York" WTF. A fully "Manhattanized" New York City would still be pretty bat shit crazy but at least it would be within the realm of possibility. A fully "Manhattanized" New York State, meanwhile, is so insanely impractical it boggles the mind.
Though I am not well-versed in Judge Dredd lore, Bob's vision of a "Manhattanized" New York State gives me visions of Mega-City One with the Midwest/Mountain states as the Cursed Earth in his mind. Lord help us when Bob snaps and and declares (in a thick Boston accent) that he, "Is the law."
I remember him going on about how he's not a fan of supporting goods & services just because they're local...only to sperg about Cape Cod chips and how he doesn't want them to change the recipe.Bob is such an alcopleb. Does he really drink that shit? I mean a real beer will make him even fatter, but at least it tastes like what it is and isn't covering the alcohol taste with lemonade.
Boston is home to a pretty great, nationally known brewer and a lively craft scene. I'm sure it must have some decent bars and bartenders. But that would require a) a sense of taste b) a desire to drink something that doesn't remind you of what you drank when SMB 3 came out c) leaving your house and going to a nominally social bar setting.
Well, what an occasion. Cheers.
He'll probably ignore it.I'll be back in a few hours, but for now, I can't wait to see his mental gymnastics over this:
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Can I just say that the baseball player Bob Chipman's cards would be everyone's faces if they see him irl?
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Well how could he be, local pride is obsolete, get with the superior future...By the way has Bob mentioned he's from BAHSTAN?I remember him going on about how he's not a fan of supporting goods & services just because they're local...only to sperg about Cape Cod chips and how he doesn't want them to change the recipe.
Though I am not well-versed in Judge Dredd lore, Bob's vision of a "Manhattanized" New York State gives me visions of Mega-City One with the Midwest/Mountain states as the Cursed Earth in his mind. Lord help us when Bob snaps and and declares (in a thick Boston accent) that he, "Is the law."
This seems like a glowing endorsement of Judge Dredd-style justice.View attachment 367454
(From when cracked was good)
In the film version at least, there was a joke about trash bots serving recycled food in the mega city. Assuming Bob’s dream came true in this hypothetical future and all of the Midwest and mountain states were nuked, I’d bet he’d probably eating something culled from a dumpster instead of fancy cuisine befitting of a “Liberal Coastal Elite”. That and Bob would more likely become a member of the League of Fatties on account of the beetus.Though I am not well-versed in Judge Dredd lore, Bob's vision of a "Manhattanized" New York State gives me visions of Mega-City One with the Midwest/Mountain states as the Cursed Earth in his mind. Lord help us when Bob snaps and and declares (in a thick Boston accent) that he, "Is the law."
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(From when cracked was good)
There aren't enough materials on earth to make an accurate facsimile of Bob. We'd exhaust all our resources trying to accurately capture his bulk. A plaque will have to do.
Bob would slip the mickey into the glass, and then drink it.