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Lethal · 02-22-2002, 08:16 PM

I'm writing this to let you all in on a secret. A big secret that should not be a secret for the information it contains. It just so happens that my school had a special presentation yesterday(February 21). Our guest was the man we have all come to know and love, Daniel "Rudy" Ruettiger. However i must say this man is not what he seems. If you have forgotten his story he was a young man coming from a poor family who dreamed his whole life of playing football at Notre Dame. Well he accomplished this goal of his. He made the team(he played for about 13 seconds and made one fucking tackle). Whoopy, is what i say, thousands of men have played for Notre Dame in their lives, this isn't a big deal to me. AS i will return to this subject later it is not what i wanted to tell you. Rudy is a thief. Yes, i was stunned too. One of my good friends told me this story. While his father(my friends dad) was in school he visited a friend who attended Holy Cross(as did Rudy for a few years), at a party they were at they caught Rudy stealing his girlfriends purse. They then proceeded to beat his ass, yes Rudy got an ass kicking of a lifetime. One you can only hope and pray to witness with your on eyes one day. I am here to tell you that Rudy is not a good guy, he is a phoney bastard. I hope the man dies a slow painful death, he has lied to us all. He has fooled every American, and millions of people around the world, he is not the guy he says he is.
Returning to my previous topic, I don't think Rudy's story is a big deal. My father also attended the University of Notre Dame, even while Rudy was there. So why didn't someone make a movie about my father? that is a good question. I don't know why the hell someone in Hollywood made a movie out of the dumb fucker. Ohh wait yes i do, they did it to get the bastard off of their back. He bugged directors in Hollywood for over 10 years to get this movie made after him. I dont think Rudy is inspirational, i think he is a cocky shit face just like most jocks. He went to Notre Dame, big deal, does he think he is special, cuase i sure as hell don't and i don't think you should either. Another thing i would like to say is that he can not speak. My school paid this man $6,000 to come and speak to us, and all i could think about while i was listening to him was how i would rather loose my left nut to a squirrel attack than listen to another word out of his mouth. If you or anyone you know wants him to come speak to you just contact me, and i will come beat their ass for a meer $20. This will save you the misery of sitting through his speech and $5,980.

02-22-2002, 09:23 PM

It's possible that your wishings for Rudy Ruettiger's death are a bit harsh, but I wish to extend the whole picture of what his piss poor excuse for a presentation actually was.

(Please realize that my summation of the situation may be a bit off...it's highly likely that my lack of interest has made me perceive the order of events in a faulty manner)

The near 2000 bodies are herded into the gymnasium like sheep by the screaming administrators who walk around like they are pimp shit just because they have walky-talkies. (I noted one of them talking to the other one when they were a literal 5 feet from one another...why the fuck, seriously). They yell and point, and we go nicely onto one side of the gym...as Mr. Ruettiger requested. So yes, now we have 2000 people sitting where a lot less then 2000 people should be sitting. We sit, we wait...

A teacher appears in the middle of the gym and begins to sing the National Anthem...like this is some sort of fucking basketball game. We stand, we respect, we sit.

The lights dim and "I am proud to be an American" begins to blair thoughout the speakers. Alright, I'm proud and all, but what in the Ass-Toad does this have to do with Rudy? Is he some sort of hero? No, he's a "football player." (Just a note, he's as much of a football player as I am a Wildebeast. He was in a real game for 2 plays)

Then it begins, the overweight man jogs lightly onto the stage and begins to talk about how we all can do whatever we want. Basically, it's the same shit that all of the "inspirational" fucks spout everytime that the school deems it necessary to force us to listen to their unrealistic attempt to actually earn the exorbitant amount of money that they are being payed. The only difference was that this one didn't draw a pimp chalk drawing, and he actually had arms and legs. (For those of you who don't follow, some of the better speakers of the past included "The Chalk Guy" and some guy w/no arms and legs...he was actually worth listening to.)

The first 5 - 10 minutes of his presentations was the viewing of the extended version of the trailer for "Rudy." The only difference between what I saw in that film clip and what I would have seen if I would have been watching E!'s "Coming Attractions" version of Rudy was that at the end, the word "Rudy" appeared as some type of red graphic...something that looked as if its origins could be traced to one of those computers that you used to see in 1994. He paced on top of the tables set up to for ma makeshift platform as the trailer made the first one-sixth of his money for him.

The movie ended, and he actually began to talk. The next 5 minutes or so was burned up by a round of applause for every fucking body and thing that he could think of. He applauded our country, our school, ourselves, him, his pet dog, his dirty asshair, pretty much anything that you could possibly come up with. After that, he complimented our "character." His intentions here could be bifold. Either he knew that his presentation wasn't worth of $6,000, so he thought he'd try to butter us up, or he thought that we all had movies like him and wanted us to think he had seen them all, either way, the praise was duly noted, and then the actually talking began.

At this point in time, we are probably about 15 minutes into the presentation, one-forth of the way completed and he has not even inspired my cock to itch. He begins with a story of a "guy he knows." His barber or doctor...some shit like that, it was a made up story that he uses, that much is clear. I don't want to insult you by actually recounting his words, I will simply tell you that the story was at least 10 minutes long, taking us to the 25 minute mark. Let's have a quick recap...

*He has played a song for us
*Let us watch the trailer to his movie
*Let us applaud whatever he decided to pull from his ass
*Complimented us and
*Told us the inspirational story of some ficticious man

At this point, he's "earned" $3,000. Now he decides to divulge some bits of his personal life. He lives in Vegas, has a perfect daughter, a beautiful wife, doesn't have to do any real work, and have a little machine implanted into the back of his leg that gives him an orgasm whenever he says "Machine: Orgasm." Basically, he said "I have a great life, I have this, I have that, I have anything you could possibly want, I've met Clinton and you haven't, I have a movie made out of me, fuck you all...oh, you can have good stuff too I guess if you do what you want." His steel commitment and unwillingness to quit has also led him to his 2nd marriage...I don't think I mentioned that. But she's beautiful...so I guess it's alright...?

This little oral autobiography led to an in depth analysis of his daughter. I learned a ton...did you know, for instance, kids are great? I sure as fuck didn't. Did you know it's a good feeling to watch your kid's face light up when she sees Barney? I didn't before, and now I'm glad that I do. Oh, wait wait wait. No, I'm sorry, I was mistaken, I didn't mean to type "I didn't before, and now I'm glad that I do," I actually meant to say "Why in the fuck does this matter to me at this time in my life; why in the fuck is he getting payed to tell me about his precious daughter?" This little tangent led into a song. Can you imagine what the man who was earning six-times a normal man's weekly wages in one hour sang for us? None other than the Barney hit, "I love you, you love me...". He should have sang:

"Look at me...bullshit you...talking about my own life and getting paid too..."

What a fucker. The program concluded by watching the last 5 minutes of "Rudy" to the sound of some bitch singing about inspiration. Rudy came back and gave a short good-bye, and then he was gone...$6,000 richer.

He is a manipulative son of a bitch. He uses the fact that a reasonably good movie was made about his shitty life to make a living as a speaker. He also sells shit on his website at a huge mark up. For instance, you can buy the Rudy DVD for $35.00! Wow, what a steal! Basically, this speaking left me with an impression of Rudy that he once was worth something, but as soon as he made his single tackle, his life went down the drain and a public speaker is what remains. His problem is partly due to the fact that his dream was to play one game for Notre Dame...he got his dream but now it's worth absolutely nothing. The small fact that he had a movie made about him keeps the fist of normal life from crushing his "5 foot nothin'...100 (actually, more like 250) and nothin' body."

In closing...was I inspired in the least bit? Fuck no. I have, though, lost a considerable amount of respect for this man. Thank you for your time.

tonguegina · 02-23-2002, 04:13 AM

Of course Rudy sucked. Why wouldn't he. Even if anyone could understand him, which noone could, what important would he have to say? Go for your dreams? That's crap. If everyone went for their dreams the world would go to hell, because noone's dream is to clean other people's shit up all day. All I got from the convo was that the most excited he had ever been was when he got 'whitie tighties' with his name on them. The only thing I actually remember from the entire thing was that the bleachers were about ready to colapse. At least that would have gotten me out of that gym.
And what was with the lights? By the time they would come on, he'd be showing another stupid clip from 'his movie' that he called Hollywood everyday for 10 years for. How do you do that? I didn't know you could just call cities and request things like that. "Yes, Havana? Hey it's me. Send me some cubans, I'm running low." I would be saying, "Who the hell is this guy. What do I care if he tackled someone once."
As my good friend sitting next to me said, it would be better to just give every student 5 bucks and say 'go for your dreams.' They could then tell us to either use it to rent the movie, or pocket it.
I guess, in closing, that if anything good did come of this convocation, it would be the fact that we didn't have to participate in school work for one hour, of one day. That is the absolute maximum that anyone would have walken away with.

Johnny Richter NoMore · 02-23-2002, 08:17 PM

Actually, I walked away with something more than just missed class time. I also walked away with his daughter's virginity.
muwhaha, let's see how "precious" she is now that i fucked the shit out of her.

fuck you rudy, you cum guzzler.

BigDongedHoe · 02-24-2002, 06:00 PM

I would like to add(although I was sick the day of the convocation I am glad that I officially was not made dumber by listening to the overweight cum guzzling fudgepacker) that in the movie "Rudy" there is a lot of hollywood exageration going on for a so called "based on a true story" movie. In the end when rudy gets in and makes the sack and where your eyes are filled with tears (not a question of your "manliness" if you have any emotion what so ever you'll cry) and your penis is filled with joy do you actually think he broke through the line and made that sack? Well let me answer this no, he did not. Rudy did not actually make a sack for Notre Dame. He got into a game for what a min. I have heard and am not totally sure that he possibly made a tackle on the kick off. I will bet my penis times 2 and no for 100% fact that he did not make the sack in the game. The guy is an overweight piece of shit loser that sits in his leather lazy boy in sunny Las Vegas, Nevada cause they made a movie about HIM that wasn't even totally true.

Personally I hate the bastard.

02-22-2002, 09:23 PM	#2 (permalink)
Orgazmo Guest Posts: n/a	It's possible that your wishings for Rudy Ruettiger's death are a bit harsh, but I wish to extend the whole picture of what his piss poor excuse for a presentation actually was. (Please realize that my summation of the situation may be a bit off...it's highly likely that my lack of interest has made me perceive the order of events in a faulty manner) The near 2000 bodies are herded into the gymnasium like sheep by the screaming administrators who walk around like they are pimp shit just because they have walky-talkies. (I noted one of them talking to the other one when they were a literal 5 feet from one another...why the fuck, seriously). They yell and point, and we go nicely onto one side of the gym...as Mr. Ruettiger requested. So yes, now we have 2000 people sitting where a lot less then 2000 people should be sitting. We sit, we wait... A teacher appears in the middle of the gym and begins to sing the National Anthem...like this is some sort of fucking basketball game. We stand, we respect, we sit. The lights dim and "I am proud to be an American" begins to blair thoughout the speakers. Alright, I'm proud and all, but what in the Ass-Toad does this have to do with Rudy? Is he some sort of hero? No, he's a "football player." (Just a note, he's as much of a football player as I am a Wildebeast. He was in a real game for 2 plays) Then it begins, the overweight man jogs lightly onto the stage and begins to talk about how we all can do whatever we want. Basically, it's the same shit that all of the "inspirational" fucks spout everytime that the school deems it necessary to force us to listen to their unrealistic attempt to actually earn the exorbitant amount of money that they are being payed. The only difference was that this one didn't draw a pimp chalk drawing, and he actually had arms and legs. (For those of you who don't follow, some of the better speakers of the past included "The Chalk Guy" and some guy w/no arms and legs...he was actually worth listening to.) The first 5 - 10 minutes of his presentations was the viewing of the extended version of the trailer for "Rudy." The only difference between what I saw in that film clip and what I would have seen if I would have been watching E!'s "Coming Attractions" version of Rudy was that at the end, the word "Rudy" appeared as some type of red graphic...something that looked as if its origins could be traced to one of those computers that you used to see in 1994. He paced on top of the tables set up to for ma makeshift platform as the trailer made the first one-sixth of his money for him. The movie ended, and he actually began to talk. The next 5 minutes or so was burned up by a round of applause for every fucking body and thing that he could think of. He applauded our country, our school, ourselves, him, his pet dog, his dirty asshair, pretty much anything that you could possibly come up with. After that, he complimented our "character." His intentions here could be bifold. Either he knew that his presentation wasn't worth of $6,000, so he thought he'd try to butter us up, or he thought that we all had movies like him and wanted us to think he had seen them all, either way, the praise was duly noted, and then the actually talking began. At this point in time, we are probably about 15 minutes into the presentation, one-forth of the way completed and he has not even inspired my cock to itch. He begins with a story of a "guy he knows." His barber or doctor...some shit like that, it was a made up story that he uses, that much is clear. I don't want to insult you by actually recounting his words, I will simply tell you that the story was at least 10 minutes long, taking us to the 25 minute mark. Let's have a quick recap... He has played a song for us Let us watch the trailer to his movie Let us applaud whatever he decided to pull from his ass Complimented us and *Told us the inspirational story of some ficticious man At this point, he's "earned" $3,000. Now he decides to divulge some bits of his personal life. He lives in Vegas, has a perfect daughter, a beautiful wife, doesn't have to do any real work, and have a little machine implanted into the back of his leg that gives him an orgasm whenever he says "Machine: Orgasm." Basically, he said "I have a great life, I have this, I have that, I have anything you could possibly want, I've met Clinton and you haven't, I have a movie made out of me, fuck you all...oh, you can have good stuff too I guess if you do what you want." His steel commitment and unwillingness to quit has also led him to his 2nd marriage...I don't think I mentioned that. But she's beautiful...so I guess it's alright...? This little oral autobiography led to an in depth analysis of his daughter. I learned a ton...did you know, for instance, kids are great? I sure as fuck didn't. Did you know it's a good feeling to watch your kid's face light up when she sees Barney? I didn't before, and now I'm glad that I do. Oh, wait wait wait. No, I'm sorry, I was mistaken, I didn't mean to type "I didn't before, and now I'm glad that I do," I actually meant to say "Why in the fuck does this matter to me at this time in my life; why in the fuck is he getting payed to tell me about his precious daughter?" This little tangent led into a song. Can you imagine what the man who was earning six-times a normal man's weekly wages in one hour sang for us? None other than the Barney hit, "I love you, you love me...". He should have sang: "Look at me...bullshit you...talking about my own life and getting paid too..." What a fucker. The program concluded by watching the last 5 minutes of "Rudy" to the sound of some bitch singing about inspiration. Rudy came back and gave a short good-bye, and then he was gone...$6,000 richer. He is a manipulative son of a bitch. He uses the fact that a reasonably good movie was made about his shitty life to make a living as a speaker. He also sells shit on his website at a huge mark up. For instance, you can buy the Rudy DVD for $35.00! Wow, what a steal! Basically, this speaking left me with an impression of Rudy that he once was worth something, but as soon as he made his single tackle, his life went down the drain and a public speaker is what remains. His problem is partly due to the fact that his dream was to play one game for Notre Dame...he got his dream but now it's worth absolutely nothing. The small fact that he had a movie made about him keeps the fist of normal life from crushing his "5 foot nothin'...100 (actually, more like 250) and nothin' body." In closing...was I inspired in the least bit? Fuck no. I have, though, lost a considerable amount of respect for this man. Thank you for your time.
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02-22-2002, 08:16 PM	#1 (permalink)
Lethal Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Warsaw Posts: 491 Internets: 10	I'm writing this to let you all in on a secret. A big secret that should not be a secret for the information it contains. It just so happens that my school had a special presentation yesterday(February 21). Our guest was the man we have all come to know and love, Daniel "Rudy" Ruettiger. However i must say this man is not what he seems. If you have forgotten his story he was a young man coming from a poor family who dreamed his whole life of playing football at Notre Dame. Well he accomplished this goal of his. He made the team(he played for about 13 seconds and made one fucking tackle). Whoopy, is what i say, thousands of men have played for Notre Dame in their lives, this isn't a big deal to me. AS i will return to this subject later it is not what i wanted to tell you. Rudy is a thief. Yes, i was stunned too. One of my good friends told me this story. While his father(my friends dad) was in school he visited a friend who attended Holy Cross(as did Rudy for a few years), at a party they were at they caught Rudy stealing his girlfriends purse. They then proceeded to beat his ass, yes Rudy got an ass kicking of a lifetime. One you can only hope and pray to witness with your on eyes one day. I am here to tell you that Rudy is not a good guy, he is a phoney bastard. I hope the man dies a slow painful death, he has lied to us all. He has fooled every American, and millions of people around the world, he is not the guy he says he is. Returning to my previous topic, I don't think Rudy's story is a big deal. My father also attended the University of Notre Dame, even while Rudy was there. So why didn't someone make a movie about my father? that is a good question. I don't know why the hell someone in Hollywood made a movie out of the dumb fucker. Ohh wait yes i do, they did it to get the bastard off of their back. He bugged directors in Hollywood for over 10 years to get this movie made after him. I dont think Rudy is inspirational, i think he is a cocky shit face just like most jocks. He went to Notre Dame, big deal, does he think he is special, cuase i sure as hell don't and i don't think you should either. Another thing i would like to say is that he can not speak. My school paid this man $6,000 to come and speak to us, and all i could think about while i was listening to him was how i would rather loose my left nut to a squirrel attack than listen to another word out of his mouth. If you or anyone you know wants him to come speak to you just contact me, and i will come beat their ass for a meer $20. This will save you the misery of sitting through his speech and $5,980.

02-23-2002, 04:13 AM	#3 (permalink)
tonguegina I like dirt. Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Indianapolis Posts: 2,861 Internets: 2790	Of course Rudy sucked. Why wouldn't he. Even if anyone could understand him, which noone could, what important would he have to say? Go for your dreams? That's crap. If everyone went for their dreams the world would go to hell, because noone's dream is to clean other people's shit up all day. All I got from the convo was that the most excited he had ever been was when he got 'whitie tighties' with his name on them. The only thing I actually remember from the entire thing was that the bleachers were about ready to colapse. At least that would have gotten me out of that gym. And what was with the lights? By the time they would come on, he'd be showing another stupid clip from 'his movie' that he called Hollywood everyday for 10 years for. How do you do that? I didn't know you could just call cities and request things like that. "Yes, Havana? Hey it's me. Send me some cubans, I'm running low." I would be saying, "Who the hell is this guy. What do I care if he tackled someone once." As my good friend sitting next to me said, it would be better to just give every student 5 bucks and say 'go for your dreams.' They could then tell us to either use it to rent the movie, or pocket it. I guess, in closing, that if anything good did come of this convocation, it would be the fact that we didn't have to participate in school work for one hour, of one day. That is the absolute maximum that anyone would have walken away with.

02-23-2002, 08:17 PM	#4 (permalink)
Johnny Richter NoMore Junior Member Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: sexville Posts: 7 Internets: 10	Actually, I walked away with something more than just missed class time. I also walked away with his daughter's virginity. muwhaha, let's see how "precious" she is now that i fucked the shit out of her. fuck you rudy, you cum guzzler.

02-24-2002, 06:00 PM	#5 (permalink)
BigDongedHoe Sex Kitten Milf fuuucck Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Denver, CO Posts: 3,704 Internets: 55974	I would like to add(although I was sick the day of the convocation I am glad that I officially was not made dumber by listening to the overweight cum guzzling fudgepacker) that in the movie "Rudy" there is a lot of hollywood exageration going on for a so called "based on a true story" movie. In the end when rudy gets in and makes the sack and where your eyes are filled with tears (not a question of your "manliness" if you have any emotion what so ever you'll cry) and your penis is filled with joy do you actually think he broke through the line and made that sack? Well let me answer this no, he did not. Rudy did not actually make a sack for Notre Dame. He got into a game for what a min. I have heard and am not totally sure that he possibly made a tackle on the kick off. I will bet my penis times 2 and no for 100% fact that he did not make the sack in the game. The guy is an overweight piece of shit loser that sits in his leather lazy boy in sunny Las Vegas, Nevada cause they made a movie about HIM that wasn't even totally true. Personally I hate the bastard.