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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: dutch508 on November 19, 2014, 10:36:08 PM
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WilliamPitt (57,452 posts) http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018691612
I want to sing his name.
There was this guy I met in college who had the wicked pissah Woburn accent. He was ten feet tall, with bright green eyes, and handsome in the way that makes you hate handsome guys like that just a little bit even though he's you're friend. The funniest guy in the room, and hilariously OCD; we'd rearrange the books in his dorm room ever so slightly, and he'd walk in, put the books back in order again, sit down, crack a beer, and tell us to **** ourselves with this megawatt smile on his face. Smart as all get-out; he took a class titled "How to Make an Atomic Bomb" thinking it was a history class, found out it was a hardcore physics/engineering class, stuck with it, and aced the goddam thing anyway.
After college, I moved to San Francisco, and bugged him to move there until he did. He bought two motorcycles and promptly wrecked them both, but made a home for himself, and we had good great grand and wild times. I left to return to Boston after two years, and he stayed, and a few years later I happened to look across the bar at the Plough & Stars in Cambridge, and big as life, there he was. We were roommates on Washington Street in Jamaica Plain, and on Wellington Street in the South End after that, and then he met a no-shit goddess, and moved out to get married.
I just found out that he died on Monday. My heart is...what? I don't frankly know. I have no words for how I feel.
His name was Brian Fitzgerald - "Fitz" to his friends - and he was one of the most remarkable people I've ever been privileged to know.
Well, that was special.
CaliforniaPeggy (112,350 posts)
8. In Fitz's Memory, my dear Will...
For tomorrow we laugh and tomorrow we cry
Tomorrow we dance and tomorrow we die
And tomorrow you will be my yesterday song
And I would die richer for having you known
-- "Jo'rneyman's Song," Barleyjuice
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And now, a special message for William Rivers Bukowski, who holds a drunken wake for every brain cell he kills with alcohol:
WilliamPitt (57,452 posts)
I want to sing his name.
That's not gay at all. Really.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
He was ten feet tall, with bright green eyes, and handsome in the way that makes you hate handsome guys like that just a little bit even though he's you're friend.
He made you feel funny in your pants, didn't he? In fact, I'm betting you felt funny in your pants while you wrote that sentence, and you feel funny in your pants reading it again right now.
After college, I moved to San Francisco, and bugged him
A misspelled word. I expected better from a bloviating self-absorbed asshole self-published author like you.
The word is spelled buggered.
I'd also like to point out that you used you're instead of your in the previous quote. Sober up and write right, numbnuts.
he took a class titled "How to Make an Atomic Bomb" thinking it was a history class, found out it was a hardcore physics/engineering class, stuck with it, and aced the goddam thing anyway
A "hardcore physics/engineering class" with no prerequisites? What institution of higher learning offers that as a 101 class?
You are a shitty liar, Pitt. You should go back to trying to convince parents that you didn't molest their 12 year old daughters. You'll have better luck.
His name was Brian Fitzgerald
From the way you're gooing all over the keyboard, I figured the name was Brian FitzWilliam.
FitzWilliam like a ****ing glove.
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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Fri Jul-08-05 01:52 PM
Original message
Say hello to a bottomless rage
The cork is out of the bottle, and I am putting a few people on notice. You know who you are, you know what you did, and a good man has gone down in no small part because of you.
Spewing the claim time and again that the whole sickness was a fraud, very publicly and on as many blogs and boards as you could find, robbed Andy of the hope and will he needed to overcome this thing.
We mourn for the next few days. We sing the songs of our friend.
And then we work.
Wed Nov 19, 2014, 06:07 PM
WilliamPitt (57,452 posts)
I want to sing his name.
There was this guy I met in college who had the wicked pissah Woburn accent.
Lots of singing. Without drunks there'd be no karaoke.
Dangerous being the drunken Pitt's friend.
His co-author went to prison and has to register as a sex offender.
These two guys are apparently dead, but this time coach hasn't been missing.
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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Fri Jul-08-05 01:52 PM
Original message
Say hello to a bottomless rage
The cork is out of the bottle
What an appropriate analogy.
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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Fri Jul-08-05 01:52 PM
Original message
Say hello to a bottomless rage
The cork is out of the bottle
Hey Pitt, you left out "Impotent, pointless, psychopathic, affected, and wholly narcissistic" between "Bottomless" and "Rage."
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WilliamPitt (57,452 posts) http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018691612
I want to sing his name.
There was this guy I met in college who had the wicked pissah Woburn accent. He was ten feet tall, with bright green eyes, and handsome in the way that makes you hate handsome guys like that just a little bit even though he's you're friend. The funniest guy in the room, and hilariously OCD; we'd rearrange the books in his dorm room ever so slightly, and he'd walk in, put the books back in order again, sit down, crack a beer, and tell us to **** ourselves with this megawatt smile on his face. Smart as all get-out; he took a class titled "How to Make an Atomic Bomb" thinking it was a history class, found out it was a hardcore physics/engineering class, stuck with it, and aced the goddam thing anyway.
After college, I moved to San Francisco, and bugged him to move there until he did. He bought two motorcycles and promptly wrecked them both, but made a home for himself, and we had good great grand and wild times. I left to return to Boston after two years, and he stayed, and a few years later I happened to look across the bar at the Plough & Stars in Cambridge, and big as life, there he was. We were roommates on Washington Street in Jamaica Plain, and on Wellington Street in the South End after that, and then he met a no-shit goddess, and moved out to get married.
I just found out that he died on Monday. My heart is...what? I don't frankly know. I have no words for how I feel.
His name was Brian Fitzgerald - "Fitz" to his friends - and he was one of the most remarkable people I've ever been privileged to know.
I swear he thinks he's living Good Will Hunting.
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Your search for "Brian Fitzgerald" did not match any obituaries.
http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/bostonglobe/obituary-search.aspx?affiliateId=1232&firstname=Brian&lastname=Fitzgerald&stateid=22
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Your search for "Brian Fitzgerald" did not match any obituaries.
Hmmm....same as a search for the round red sodomite.
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Hmmm....same as a search for the round red sodomite.
Well now, you know I wouldn't lie.
Trust me, the late red round one's dead.
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Was this the one in the picture playing tonsil hockey with Wee Willie years ago? Willie fits Brian and Brian fits Willie? My, my, my Pittiful is bi. :lol:
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It's interesting Willie never mentions how this guy died.
If you are a friend of Mr Pitt, then you are as stupid as he is.
So what was it, Will? Drug overdose? Drunken crash. Suicide? Death from sitting at a computer too long? Or was be bitten to death by a horde of centipedes in Vermont?
There are so many ways a wild DUmmy can die.
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Was this the one in the picture playing tonsil hockey with Wee Willie years ago? Willie fits Brian and Brian fits Willie? My, my, my Pittiful is bi. :lol:
I think I know to which photograph you're referring; I saw it on freerepublic, maybe about nine or ten years ago.
Two squalid, sleazy, greasy guys swallowing each other's tongues.
However, if I recall correctly, which I might, or might not, the Bostonian Drunkard's lustknabe was named "Matt."
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I think I know to which photograph you're referring; I saw it on freerepublic, maybe about nine or ten years ago.
Two squalid, sleazy, greasy guys swallowing each other's tongues.
However, if I recall correctly, which I might, or might not, the Bostonian Drunkard's lustknabe was named "Matt."
And don't forget the epic thread wherein he claimed to have tried to pick up the actor Kevin Spacey.
Pitt's buggery phase may have resulted from the trauma of his near-imprisonment over the scandal with middle-school girls.
A psychological discombobulation, substituting one perversion with another maybe, until he allegedly hooked up with his tattooed bride
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And don't forget the epic thread wherein he claimed to have tried to pick up the actor Kevin Spacey.
Pitt's buggery phase may have resulted from the trauma of his near-imprisonment over the scandal with middle-school girls.
A psychological discombobulation, substituting one perversion with another maybe, until he allegedly hooked up with his tattooed bride
I remember when the Bostonian Drunkard posted that photograph--on Skins's island--of his lover-boy and him sucking each other's face. He was aware lurkers from freerepublic were watching that particular thread, and publicly stated he wished to "shock" us.
It shocked nobody; it just made everybody vomitous.
There's a certain peculiarity about the Bostonian Drunkard and many of his male friends, where they seem to have a patina of grease coating their skin. I wonder if anybody else has noticed that.
It's some sort of shiny sheen, and looks slippery, as if they rub themselves with Crisco shortening or Vaseline petroleum jelly.
And so up close, I don't imagine they smell very good either.
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I remember when the Bostonian Drunkard posted that photograph--on Skins's island--of his lover-boy and him sucking each other's face. He was aware lurkers from freerepublic were watching that particular thread, and publicly stated he wished to "shock" us.
Come to think of it, the catastrophic situation that resulted in his being blackballed from the lucrative substitute teaching profession never specified the gender of his vict...er, accusers.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x4584820
Maybe he and his drunken mother are living with a tattooed beard.
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Come to think of it, the catastrophic situation that resulted in his being blackballed from the lucrative substitute teaching profession never specified the gender of his vict...er, accusers.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x4584820
Maybe he and his drunken mother are living with a tattooed beard.
I don't think there is a maybe about it. Boy's preps have plenty of butt burglars who are rarely prosecuted, just given a tut, tut, and let go. Little girl diddlers are usually not so lucky when it comes to prosecutorial discretion. Most likely 'The Heiress' is the key to the future of the mommy rum rations. Straighten up and fly right or no more dough boy!!
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I thought Pitt was lying again:
http://www.tributes.com/obituary/show/Brian-P.-Fitzgerald-101903051
and another, more detailed one:
http://patch.com/massachusetts/woburn/obituary-brian-p-fitzgerald-40-woburn-0
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What's wrong with the Bostonian Drunkard, that he finds this admirable?
He bought two motorcycles and promptly wrecked them both.....
I think it was pretty stupid.
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What's wrong with the Bostonian Drunkard, that he finds this admirable?
I think it was pretty stupid.
Sounds like he was a drunkard like Pitt.
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Sounds like he was a drunkard like Pitt.
And a rich kid, who had money to throw away.
Seriously now, all of us have done stupid things in our lives, and all of our friends, too.
But I don't think most of us would find those stupid things admirable, as apparently does the Bostonian Drunkard.
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Will Will Pitt be casting votes for him in future elections?
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Will Will Pitt be casting votes for him in future elections?
Natch. Just because he's gone doesn't mean his vote shouldn't count.
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Come to think of it, the catastrophic situation that resulted in his being blackballed from the lucrative substitute teaching profession never specified the gender of his vict...er, accusers.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x4584820
Maybe he and his drunken mother are living with a tattooed beard.
That was a fun walk down memory lane, thanks. How the DUmmies didn't recognize the over-the-top purple drunken prose shows just how stupid and vapid they are.
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Redstone
Fri Jan-13-06 09:14 PM
15. Vague accusations, claims of victimization, clarity of writing style
but not of thought, overwhelming paranoia...
Okay, that was pretty funny.