Where did you get your handles from? - Page 19

Brian in Mesa · March 7th, 2007, 02:00 PM

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Originally Posted by abomb

I thought we had a thread on this before.

http://www.arizonasportsfans.com/vb/...ead.php?t=2267

spleenk · March 7th, 2007, 02:06 PM

One of the races in the Resisty was that of multi-armed aliens. Spleenk, the Resisty alien who suggested bad ideas to Lard Nar, was one of these aliens. He was the alien that named the Resisty and later flipped out when the ship was pulled towards Earth. These aliens have cords that connect their mouth to their back packs. More of them are seen on Foodcourtia.

http://www.thescarymonkeyshow.com/en...ns/spleenk.htm

Dback Jon · March 7th, 2007, 02:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Ryanwb

You are an inspiration to us all!

Dang it - you stole my thunder

PortlandCardFan · March 7th, 2007, 02:23 PM

I'll never tell!

Hollywood · March 7th, 2007, 03:58 PM

A couple of years ago I was interviewed before and after a couple of the Cardinals games and was featured on Craig Fouey's (sp) then show "Monday Night Live" as the "Ultamite Fan" and was also "miked up" for one of the games. After that my buddies started to call me, you guessed it, Hollywood

devilalum · March 7th, 2007, 04:41 PM

Because I graduated from the UofA.

jefftheshark · March 7th, 2007, 04:54 PM

Like most good stories, it started with the consumption of lots of beer.

During my extended stay at ASU, I once went on a Road Trip with a group of Lambda Chi's to Big Bear. After hitting every bar in Big Bear at least twice, we decided to stop at the local Jack in the Box for some late night munchies (it was the only thing open). I was sitting in the passenger seat behind the driver in an old yellow Volare station wagon, and for some unknown reason was singing the old Bobby Darin song "Mack the Knife", while doing the old Steve Martin "Shark puppet" routine with my left hand.

After yelling our food order at the disembodied clown head for at least an half an hour, we proceeded to the window. At the window, the pimply faced young man who was trying to make sense out of our chaotic order became very upset with the driver of the car. The driver, who didn't want to deal with the kid, pulled the car up a couple of feet so that I was now dealing with him. The kid was livid and screaming at me at the top of his lungs. It was at this point that he made the tragic mistake of leaning out of the window, and well into the striking range of The Shark!

Suddenly, my shark-puppet hand snaked out out in an attempt to bite the nose of the angry fast-food employee. Seeing his obvious mistake in presenting me with so inviting a target, the kid tried to get his head back into the safety of the restaurant.

But the Shark was too fast for him!

But the Shark was also not very accurate either, because instead of a slight pinch on the nose (which was the plan), my little finger somehow found its way into the kid's nose. Shocked as he was at this unwanted intrusion, the kid jerked his head back, unfortunately with my finger now trapped in his right nostril.

If you have ever seen the movie Chinatown, you can picture what happened next. The kid begins screaming like a stuck pig, as his nose starts pouring out blood. All the while I am trying to keep my little finger from being snapped off by the kid's rapidly retreating head. Thankfully, after what seemed hours, my digit finally popped loose from the kid's nose and I was free once again.

The driver, coherent enough to realized that this was not going to end well for any of us, tore out of the Jack in the Box and we flew off into the night.

That night The Shark was born, and to many people in the Phoenix area, they have never known me as anything other than "Shark".

To this day I still feel a little bad about what happened to the kid. I have learned to console myself, however, by rationalizing that he was probably a Cowboys fan anyway.

The Shark

Linderbee · March 7th, 2007, 04:57 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by spleenk

One of the races in the Resisty was that of multi-armed aliens. Spleenk, the Resisty alien who suggested bad ideas to Lard Nar, was one of these aliens. He was the alien that named the Resisty and later flipped out when the ship was pulled towards Earth. These aliens have cords that connect their mouth to their back packs. More of them are seen on Foodcourtia.

http://www.thescarymonkeyshow.com/en...ns/spleenk.htm

I was pretty sure you told us you took it from Mystery Men....

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Originally Posted by spleenk

I think I took my name from the Spleen from "Mystery Men" and added my own wrinkle.

hmmmm...which is it?

Russ Smith · March 7th, 2007, 05:01 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by jefftheshark

Like most good stories, it started with the consumption of lots of beer.

During my extended stay at ASU, I once went on a Road Trip with a group of Lambda Chi's to Big Bear. After hitting every bar in Big Bear at least twice, we decided to stop at the local Jack in the Box for some late night munchies (it was the only thing open). I was sitting in the passenger seat behind the driver in an old yellow Volare station wagon, and for some unknown reason was singing the old Bobby Darin song "Mack the Knife", while doing the old Steve Martin "Shark puppet" routine with my left hand.

After yelling our food order at the disembodied clown head for at least an half an hour, we proceeded to the window. At the window, the pimply faced young man who was trying to make sense out of our chaotic order became very upset with the driver of the car. The driver, who didn't want to deal with the kid, pulled the car up a couple of feet so that I was now dealing with him. The kid was livid and screaming at me at the top of his lungs. It was at this point that he made the tragic mistake of leaning out of the window, and well into the striking range of The Shark!

Suddenly, my shark-puppet hand snaked out out in an attempt to bite the nose of the angry fast-food employee. Seeing his obvious mistake in presenting me with so inviting a target, the kid tried to get his head back into the safety of the restaurant.

But the Shark was too fast for him!

But the Shark was also not very accurate either, because instead of a slight pinch on the nose (which was the plan), my little finger somehow found its way into the kid's nose. Shocked as he was at this unwanted intrusion, the kid jerked his head back, unfortunately with my finger now trapped in his right nostril.

If you have ever seen the movie Chinatown, you can picture what happened next. The kid begins screaming like a stuck pig, as his nose starts pouring out blood. All the while I am trying to keep my little finger from being snapped off by the kid's rapidly retreating head. Thankfully, after what seemed hours, my digit finally popped loose from the kid's nose and I was free once again.

The driver, coherent enough to realized that this was not going to end well for any of us, tore out of the Jack in the Box and we flew off into the night.

That night The Shark was born, and to many people in the Phoenix area, they have never known me as anything other than "Shark".

To this day I still feel a little bad about what happened to the kid. I have learned to console myself, however, by rationalizing that he was probably a Cowboys fan anyway.

The Shark

Thanks I needed a good laugh.

Just hope for your sake that kid doesn't read ASFN.

What's the statute of limitations on sock induced bloody noses?