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Are you fucking retarded, lady? Because if so, I'll give you a pass. But anything short of Downs would officially make you the worst Plinko player in the history of "The Price Is Right"! And this show has been on since World War One. Bob Barker started it in 1917 as a patriotic service to keep war brides distracted from the bloodshed raging on the Western Front. TPIR has been rolling ever since.
And in all of that time, never has there been a Plinko contestant who has rivaled you in sheer impotence and stupidity.
Just look at yourself. You have one Plinko chip. One goddamned chip to play with. And that's the free disk that Mr. Barker, in his unfailingly magnanimous nature, saw fit to GIVE you, despite the fact that you guessed NONE of the prices correctly on any of the four common, everyday grocery items that were presented before you.
Speaking of which, I have a question for you, dumb whore; a nagging little query that I couldn't help but reflect upon throughout your truly atrocious Plinko performance thus far: Have you ever actually entered a grocery store in your entire life? And are you familiar with the commerce system that has long been established here in the United States, in which goods are exchanged for monetary compensation? If so, are you aware that the amount of money exchanged for said items- the "price" if you will- remains fairly consistent throughout the country at any given time?
I am forced to assume that you are not. What other reason could there possibly be for you to guess that a twenty-two ounce bottle of Selsun Blue Shampoo would cost $11.99 rather than $5.99?
Have you never purchased a bottle of shampoo? Do you go through life with unclean hair? Or do you make your own shampoo at home with spices and herbs from your garden? What other possible excuse could you have for thinking that a bottle of fucking Selsun Blue Shampoo costs twelve fucking dollars!?
Imbecile!
Onward to Failure!
And are you honestly going to tell me that you are of the belief that you can get a box of Quaker Oats Instant Oatmeal for $1.99 rather than $3.99? It was a variety pack of four different flavors, bitch! Eight individual pouches! What kind of fucking dream world are you living in where you can get a quality oatmeal product like that for two bucks? Because I want to start fucking shopping there!
So now there you stand, atop the historic Plinko board, looking over the precipice of morning game show destiny, clinging to your one, sad, unearned Plinko chip. And you're debating where to drop it. Right now you have it poised directly above the $10,000 spot, as if the fucking thing is going to drop straight down.
Now even if you have never seen this game before, surely you must have at least a loose grasp of general physics and the concept of gravity. Do you not think it might hit a couple of those spokes on the way down? Don't you think that might disrupt the trajectory of the chip a bit, you cretin?
Jesus!
As if I didn't have a hard enough time watching the "Cliff Hanger" game today. That stupid Marine couldn't price his way out of a paper bag. And it was with great pleasure that I watched the yodeling mountain climber plummet off the cliff, robbing "Private Retard" of that handsome home entertainment package that included a Lazy Boy Recliner, a Panasonic Plasma Screen TV and a Jolly Time Old Fashioned Popcorn Machine, "Jolly Time, Something Good Is Popping Up."
And now I'm subjected to this wretched Plinko display. And do you know what the worst part is? Regardless of your miserable showing, you still get to spin the Prize Wheel. Simply because you won your way on stage by bidding one dollar on that ProForm Treadmill. And you only bid that because the audience screamed it at you incessantly. You probably didn't even know what you were saying. You were just repeating a sound you heard like some witless Mynah bird.
And because the Prize Wheel involves no skill or intelligence whatsoever, you might even end up in the Showcase Showdown. Of course, that's assuming that you can grasp that you are supposed to spin the wheel, and you don't try to eat it or bang your head on it: two scenarios that I consider alarmingly possible. Rod Roddy would roll over in his rhinestone-encrusted casket.
It would almost be worth it to see you get to the Showdown though. The result could be highly entertaining. Seeing as how you were baffled when forced to decide whether a box of Crispix Cereal was $4.99 or $8.99, it would be sadistically fun to watch your mind reel as you tried to tally the cumulative worth of a set of golf clubs, a trip to Portugal and a dune buggy. You'd probably get really confused and end up bidding "Hot Dog", or something equally inane and amusing.
You Shame Him
So you've finally decided to drop your lone Plinko Chip, at Bob Barker's kind but firm insistence. You watch painfully as it ricochets around briefly and then lands in the "Zero Dollar" slot.
Bob feigns compassion, but we all know he was rooting against you too. The morons that he has endured during his impressive tenor on this show must eventually wear on his patience. I'm sure he would agree with me when I implore you to do society as a whole a service by ensuring that you never reproduce. Have yourself spayed or neutered.
I have a confession to make...I did so bad at Plinko I actually LOST money. Bob kept asking me for money to play so I kept ante-ing up. He wouldn't let me drop the chip--he just told me to press this enormous red button. I am still haunted by the "ultra pearly" smile continually beckoning me further into spiraling debt. Oh wait, I'm confusing my dreams with Vegas again. Disregard.
ps cliffhangers is for pussies
JK
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Posted: 10/10/2005 5:41:19 AM
This might have been a TINY bit funny (for a girl online diary) had the author even tried to know how Plinko is played. There is no guessing the price of a store item. Can't screw up and think that shampoo costs $11.99. Plinko chips are won by guessing which ofhte two digits in the "price" show is correct. Also idiotic (evne for a dairy written by someone with a 12 year old girl mentality)that you seme to think that putting hte chip in the middle is any worse than putting it anywhere else.
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Posted: 10/10/2005 5:48:11 AM
This article (actually, an online diary) would have been slightly funny had the author havd a clue about Plinko. There is no guessing how much shampoo costs. You have to tell which of hte two numbers given in the "price" of the item is real. Very different. This also would have been funny if the author of this online diary (diaries are for 12 year old girls, by the way) actualy not been idiotic enough to suggest that putting hte disk in the middle is any worse than putting it anywhere else. a board like that is completely random. Hence, there is NO good place to out it.
Of course, it may have been funnies too if hte 12 year old girl guy had some sense of writing skills. He doesn't.
deuce
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Posted: 10/10/2005 9:21:50 AM
what's even worse... is when you slam* an article, laugh about slamming an article, then think: "oh shit i've got a better slam" and re-writing your slam, posting it (again), and sounding like a bigger jackass the 2nd time around. good job "onyx"
* i used "slam" because although it appears to be tough, it makes you sound like a bigger pussy. you are not 4 angry black men. you will never sound tough using that word.
Enfuago HOLLAson
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Posted: 10/10/2005 10:43:06 AM
all of u guys make about as much sence as martha stewart trying to play mini golf in a circular bathroom while hanging on to a bouquet of flowers with one hand and holding the putter with the other.. another thing please dont try to act like u guys dont pull down ur pants grab tweezers and play with urself while u all watch this show..
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Posted: 10/10/2005 10:55:40 AM
tenure not tenorg
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Posted: 10/10/2005 10:55:46 AM
tenure not tenor
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Posted: 10/10/2005 1:15:22 PM
tenure no tenor
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Posted: 10/11/2005 12:06:36 AM
Bob barker was born in 1923...6 years after he started the Price is Right...hopefully that was some kind of joke with no punch line.
herunk
omg you stupid mfing bs
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Posted: 10/11/2005 12:15:10 AM
wtf is wrong with you retarded article reply posting retards. wtf. again, wtf. This article was freakin hilarious and any arse who can't see that is a complete fagarolic assbag scrot-touching manbutthumper. Suckus the dingus you dumb f-ing prostitute-contracted herpes havers.
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