Smitage Award 2013 1/2 goes to Mudwall Gatewood

[Woolly Bugger]

Despite the fact that he ate now more than 2 hotdogs on our nation's independence day, I hereby declare Mudwall Gatewood the Winner and undisputed Pretentious Snobby Bastard of 2013 1/2.

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All smites have been reset! Carry on!

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[bullship]

My fuck trout! campaign has ended in horrible failure. I guess I'll have to go back to politics. Gobama! Yes we can! I'm Jewish! And I married an African American transgender illegal immigrant and we had 17 kids and they're all hopped up on Medicaid and free lunch! Fuck guns!

[Woolly Bugger]

good news is that Mudflap and Peddler aren't eligible for any more BRFFF swag..

[benben reincarnated]

My fuck trout! campaign has ended in horrible failure. I guess I'll have to go back to politics. Gobama! Yes we can! I'm Jewish! And I married an African American transgender illegal immigrant and we had 17 kids and they're all hopped up on Medicaid and free lunch! Fuck guns!

you left out abortion.

[Mudwall Gatewood 3.0]

It is an honor and it is my pleasure to receive such an ignoble award.  Like the psychologist, C. Moustakas, I accept myself and all my appalling contraventions.  Please let me paraphrase C. Moustakas: 'I accept everything about myself- I mean everything, I am who I am, and that is the beginning and the end – no apologies, no regrets.' 

Joey Chestnut won the hot dog eating contest.  My grandmother was a Chestnut.  I won the .5 2013 Smite Award.  The family has been enthroned, and I am discretely euphoric.  It is genuinely a prodigious juncture to be alive.

On behalf of all BRFFF's from the Old Dominion, those oddballs that elevated my count, assuring me of the victory, I accept the award.  Virginia, the Mother of Presidents, is the winner.  If I offended or enraged anyone during the jejune competition, there will be no apologies; you can smooch my external anal sphincter.  Obama rules!  Weenies, Buffs, and sandals are for epicene anglers!  And stouter gun control is the answer!

I thank you Keith for the entertainment.

On a fishing note:  Over the holiday week, I rediscovered the joy of catching holdover stockers on worms with the new spinning outfit.

Peace, and I hope everyone had a great 4th.

[Beetle]

Congrats Muddie.   You worked hard for this award.   Don't let your ineligibility for future awards slow you down.   bd;0

[bullship]

My fuck trout! campaign has ended in horrible failure. I guess I'll have to go back to politics. Gobama! Yes we can! I'm Jewish! And I married an African American transgender illegal immigrant and we had 17 kids and they're all hopped up on Medicaid and free lunch! Fuck guns!

you left out abortion.

Dammit. This is why I am a total failure. I need your tutelage Ben.

[Transylwader]

I thought this was an anally annually dished out award.

[Mudwall Gatewood 3.0]

I thought this was an anally annually dished out award.

Tough titty said the kitty but the milks still good!  This Cup belongs to Virginia!  NC, SC, GA, and other lesser domains are sucking the hind teat of a dead cow!  After receiving the Cup and drinking from it for a spell, I am sending it to another Virginny boy to enjoy; it will make its rounds in a celebratory fashion – an unholy chalice that will empower all that guzzle from it.

[Aka]

It is an honor and it is my pleasure to receive such an ignoble award.  Like the psychologist, C. Moustakas, I accept myself and all my appalling contraventions.  Please let me paraphrase C. Moustakas: 'I accept everything about myself- I mean everything, I am who I am, and that is the beginning and the end – no apologies, no regrets.' 

Joey Chestnut won the hot dog eating contest.  My grandmother was a Chestnut.  I won the .5 2013 Smite Award.  The family has been enthroned, and I am discretely euphoric.  It is genuinely a prodigious juncture to be alive.

On behalf of all BRFFF's from the Old Dominion, those oddballs that elevated my count, assuring me of the victory, I accept the award.  Virginia, the Mother of Presidents, is the winner.  If I offended or enraged anyone during the jejune competition, there will be no apologies; you can smooch my external anal sphincter.  Obama rules!  Weenies, Buffs, and sandals are for epicene anglers!  And stouter gun control is the answer!

I thank you Keith for the entertainment.

On a fishing note:  Over the holiday week, I rediscovered the joy of catching holdover stockers on worms with the new spinning outfit.

Peace, and I hope everyone had a great 4th.

I see you saved the best of the best material for your acceptance post.

Thanks for the laughs. I wish you many a fine day enjoying the magic that is catching state raised stockers with the original inspiration behind the pink weeny!

[Dougfish]

 
That is all.