#mcbob

[el-ffej]

RIP Joe Flaherty, of SCTV, Freaks and Geeks and a lot of other things.

I grew up on, and loved, SCTV, and he was a mainstay -- every bit as important as Dave Thomas, John Candy or Catherine O'Hara. Not just as Count Floyd and Big Jim McBob of Farm Film Report ("He blowed up real good!")**, but many other characters as well.

He did a lot of smaller parts as well; one I haven't seen mentioned -- and one of my my favorites -- was one of the two Czechoslovakian border guards in Stripes:

**Cannot describe how funny this bit was, unless you grew up watching local TV in the American Midwest (e.g. Iowa or Nebraska).

[kwebtv]

Joseph Flaherty (June 21, 1941 – April 1, 2024) Actor, writer, and comedian. He is best known for his work on the Canadian sketch comedy SCTV from 1976 to 1984 (on which he also served as a writer), and as Harold Weir on Freaks and Geeks.

 He was one of the original writer/performers on SCTV, where he spent eight years on the show, playing such characters as Big Jim McBob (of Farm Film Report fame), Count Floyd/Floyd Robertson, and station owner/manager Guy Caballero, who goes around in a wheelchair only for respect and undeserved sympathy.

In 1989, Flaherty played a guest role in Married... with Children in the season-four episode "Tooth or Consequences", as a recently divorced dentist who must repair Al Bundy's teeth.

During 1997–1998, Flaherty starred in the television adaptation of Police Academy (Police Academy: The Series) as Cmdt. Stuart Hefilfinger. The series lasted for only one season.

In 1999, Flaherty joined the cast of Freaks and Geeks, an NBC hour-long dramedy set in the 1980–1981 academic year, in which he played Harold Weir, the irascible father of two teens. Despite a dedicated cult following, the show only lasted one season. In the third episode, "Tricks and Treats", he dons a cheap vampire costume reminiscent of his "Count Floyd" character of the depicted era.

Flaherty made appearances on the CBS sitcom The King of Queens as Father McAndrew, the priest at the Heffernans' church. He starred on the Bite TV original program, Uncle Joe's Cartoon Playhouse, and served as a judge on the CBC program The Second City's Next Comedy Legend. (Wikipedia)

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[darsycho]

Hey, play the Enigmatic Worlds demo on Steam and thought it was pretty good (was going to type this as a Steam review but curators are the only ones who can currently do that, I also cant really dm you this so... sorry). The gameplay (while confusing at first [I'm blaming that on my stupidity]) was interesting in the sense of it being an FPS with things to collect to summon an exit. I really love the surreal visuals, it gives me Zorch, Dream Emulator, and Yume Nikki vibes. The enemy designs are really bizarre, looking like things you'd find in really obscure DOS games (which I think was actually the whole point)

now I only have two/three minor issues/gripes I have, 1... and 2: I think the maps can be slightly bigger and/or have problems to solve that are more than just mostly shooting cracks with rockets and finding different colored... shape... key... thingy mcbobs (I know this is only the 1st level but still, more things to figure out then just looking for a specific texture to shoot would be cool) (honestly, say this is totally pointless because there will definitely be more in the later levels).

And 2... or 3: the spam click function for the starting gun is kinda... worthless, at least from what I can tell from this demo, holding down mouse1 will shoot projectiles at a decent rate as is, not even mention the fact that it is always accurate and doesn't even take ammo. the only time it could be useful is when you are surrounded, which practically never happened, and if it did ever happen, I'd just use the alt-fire to freeze some of the enemies and try to squeeze through them. a simple way of fixing this is making a basic "one-click" shot consume ammo and make it so that if you run out of ammo, it just gets weaker or slower.

please do take what I'm typing with a not just grain of salt, but an entire 25-pound bag of Morton's table salt, as I am no game developer, Hell, I'm not even that good of a map maker.

I am excited to see what comes from this game and wish you the best of luck and hope to God this isn't going to annoy you

sincerely, some dickwad

yeah the later levels are much larger compared to the demo level, the first level is pretty much meant to be simple, and hmm yea ill mess around with the plasma guns spam click. thanks for the feedback!

(also if you ever wanted to send feedback via steam, the steam discussions are the place to go)

[the-corrupted-critters]

Bubba, would you be so kind to help your good friend Picky? Because one of the smiling psychopath friends she has... died, Twisted Bubba, he probably has instructions on how to use his revival thingy mcbob

BUBBA'S NOT HERE!!!!

We've tried calling him, but it won't go through!!

[anotheruserwithnoname]

Sad news. And I don't care that he was actually an American, he was as much a Canadian TV icon as John Candy, Eugene Levy, Catherine O'Hara and the others from SCTV. RIP

(Too bad we never got a crossover between Count Floyd and the Count from Hilarious House of Frightenstein!)

[plinkoisbliss]

im gonna shove the ferrofluid into horse plinko

*it would behave very horse plinko ey believe me hell yeah*

*and probs mcbobs enjoy it*

*it slonks into some bushes for the night*

[dingoskidneys]

Hello friends I have nothing new and interesting rn so here's another story! 118 words

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Bob McBob’s Bobcat Shop and His Bobcat Bobby

Prompt words: fearless, shipment, WSW (west-south-west), nag, under, amortize

Bob McBob was a regular guy. He owned a business called “Bob McBob’s Bobcat Shop,” where he worked as a mechanic for small snowplows.

Every second Tuesday of the month, Bob got a fresh shipment of parts. Every third Tuesday of the month, Bob did a maintenance check on his own Bobcat. Being fearless, Bob had no problem climbing under the machine.

One day, he was underneath his Bobcat, Bobby, when he felt a cold WSW wind blowing in.

“Uh oh,” he thought, “here she comes… the Nag!”

The Nag was his financial advisor. She was always nagging him to amortize his warehouse, but he never wanted to.

Let’s cut this story short before anyone gets too intrigued.

[justadragonn]

when the. hot the food out the the food the into the thingy mcbob and set the dial to bungling

call it an ovemn

[dash-n-step]

Need to remember to always have at least 12,000 cowries for the thingy mcbob

112,000, if I want that one thing, but I already have multi-person mounts so low priority

[stephen-barry]

Comedian Joe Flaherty, a founding member of the Canadian sketch series “SCTV,” has died. He was 82.

His daughter Gudrun said Tuesday that Flaherty died Monday following a brief illness.

Flaherty, who was born in Pittsburgh, spent seven years at The Second City in Chicago before moving north of the border to help establish the theater’s Toronto outpost.

He went on to star alongside John Candy and Catherine O’Hara in “SCTV,″ about a fictional TV station known as Second City Television that was stacked with buffoons in front of and behind the cameras. Flaherty’s characters included network boss Guy Caballero and the vampiric TV host Count Floyd.

Former castmates also included Martin Short, Eugene Levy, Dave Thomas and Andrea Martin.

He won Emmys in 1982 and 1983 for his writing on “SCTV” and continued to work in TV and film for decades...

[greensparty]

Remembering Joe Flaherty 1941-2024

Sad news that comedy legend Joe Flaherty has died at 82. I don't use the word Legend lightly. As a part of Second City in both Toronto and Chicago, he was a cast member / writer / producer on the brilliant sketch comedy show SCTV (1976-1981), SCTV Network (1981-1983), and SCTV Channel (1983-1984). Talk about a meeting of the comedic minds: you had Flaherty along with John Candy, Robin Duke, Eugene Levy, Andrea Martin, Rick Moranis, Catherine O'Hara, Harold Ramis, Tony Roasto, Martin Short, and Dave Thomas doing some of the most LOL sketches in TV history. He won two Emmys for writing on the show He did so many awesome impressions and characters, notably Count Floyd, the scary TV movie host. He brought that character back for a short film shown at Rush's 1984 concert tour and also for the live action portions of the animated The Completely Mental Misadventures of Ed Grimley (1988-1989). He played so many other great characters like Caballero, the owner of the SCTV station, and co-host of Farm Report. SCTV was so good and so much comedy that came after was influenced by it. Conan O'Brien was said he learned so much from SCTV but the biggest thing was to do something funny until it's not funny anymore.

Count Floyd

One of my favorite scene-stealing moments from him was as the Western Union rep in Back to the Future Part II. He shows up with a delivery for Marty!

Flaherty makes a special delivery in Back to the Future Part II

Other notably performances included Used Cars, Stripes, Johnny Dangerously, Club Paradise, One Crazy Summer, Innerspace, Happy Gilmore, Detroit Rock City, and as the dad on Freaks and Geeks (1999-2000).

The link above is the obit from Hollywood Reporter.

[spicedrobot]

#Bendoverwatchweek Day 1

Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: McCree/B.O.B. Warnings: group sex, sloppy seconds, creampie, size difference Notes: For bendoverwatchweek on PF!  Size difference | Stockings | Handjobs | Public Sex | Frottage

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It’s always been one of the stranger Deadlock past times, but once McCree gets a taste for it, he can’t much turn it down. Especially not when a favorite of his is front and center. Morale’s high after a big heist, and straws get drawn and belts come unbuckled.

McCree’s reclined in his favorite chair, a beer in hand and pants unbuttoned. He palms himself in lazy, easy gropes, not keen on workin’ himself up too quickly when he still has time to kill.

B.O.B.’s on his back on the largest table they got, offered up for the gang in that quiet way of his, old habits from his time of seen but not heard. Not that McCree minds; when B.O.B. does make a sound, a startled grunt, a breathless burst of static, it feels like a prize. One of the triplets drags his cock along the ridges of B.O.B.’s mustache while Bars works between his thighs. It’s always interestin’ to see which the sniper picked. His tastes changed on a dime, but his pushiness didn’t. He rudely pumps into the larger omnic, maybe hoping for a sound or two to stroke his ego as much as B.O.B.’s insides stroke his cock.

Omnics are interesting, ‘specially the upgrades they choose to get. Hidden beneath B.O.B.’s chaps and metal panel is a small, innocuous spot, but press it a little, give his cock a stroke or two, and it slicks up nice and pretty. The same spot Bars’s currently giving all he’s got to, rutting hard enough to jostle, wet, eager sounds meshing with his hissing, broken synth. Must be pent up since he curls over B.O.B.’s huge stomach moments later, shuddering and groaning. He finishes with a few hard shoves for good measure, mean, gangly thing, before slapping B.O.B.’s thigh and pulling out.

McCree chugs the rest of his beer before standing, eyes never leaving that messy, twitching hole he can only see by how shiny and ruined it is. By the time he’s tugged his dick out, the one triplet’s gone too. Good thing, McCree doesn’t much like lookin’ at him, but the string of cum he left along B.O.B.’s faceplate has an certain allure.

“B.O.B., ya ready?” he drawls, hefting his cock by its base, tapping it against that messy spot he’s aiming to sink into within the minute.

B.O.B.’s lights flicker, eyes focusing and unfocusing. McCree draws a finger down the omnic’s cock, segmented and throbbing beneath his touch.

“They’ve been mean to ya. But I won’t let ya go unsatisfied.”

He grasps B.O.B.’s cock, a thick sonavabitch that he can’t get his whole fist around, rolls his thumb beneath its fat tip, smearing the lime green slick that matches his lights. The omnic shudders, cock twitching in his warm, calloused grip.

“Ooh, needy thing. Don’t worry.”

McCree angles his own cock down and presses inside, cum and slick dribbling out as he goes, the squelch of it burning his ears and guts, and all McCree can do is grin like a maniac and keep going. It’s a rush when a massive thing like B.O.B. submits so prettily, the thighs framing McCree larger ‘n life and quaking with the slow, even push.

He takes his time, and why not? It’s his turn, he wants to enjoy this, and more than that he wants B.O.B. to enjoy it, the clicked tongues and huffed sighs from the onlookers tickling the back of McCree’s neck and warming his stomach. Deep, rhythmic, slow, the sweet call of orgasm a speck on the horizon that he ambles towards, watching the flickering of B.O.B.’s lights, how still and cute and quiet he goes, a nearly inaudible squeak as McCree swivels his thumb beneath the omnic’s glans just once, never stopping the smooth roll of his hips. B.O.B. trembles, such a sight; McCree bites his lower lip, moans through the flutter of B.O.B’s body around him as the omnic overloads in a gush across his segmented, round stomach.

“There we go…” McCree groans, hips stumbling. “Hope you don’t mind if I—”

B.O.B.’s calves cross behind McCree’s back, urging him closer, deeper, the rippling clench of him stealing his breath. McCree’s single laugh dips into a moan as his hands find B.O.B.’s waist, as he rolls his hips just a bit harder, eyes dark beneath a sweaty, drawn brow.

[itshighnxxn]

@big-b0t-b0b continued from x

Jesse reads over the note, looking over it twice. Should he feel jealous of whoever this is? He does but only for a moment. Before Bob takes his hand. He looks to his hand in the omnic’s. The realization hits him.

“Oh.” He leans back to look up at him. “Me? Ya sure? I ain’t the best fer committin’ ta somethin’. More o’ a one night stand typa fella.” He doesn’t want Bob to be disappointed.

[gamfcowboy-a]

idowhatimust replied to your post “I’m gonna write a fuckin’ porn drabble tonight. Maybe more than one....”

[ooh all of 'em sound good.... i'm especially interested to see your take on McBob tho! :3c ]

When he was younger he’d jacked off to the thought of being with Bob.

Past a certain point it’d been all he thought of other than guns and money and for a few months of what felt like hell and heaven at the same time he’d been hard so much that he’d thought for sure the omnic would have noticed and done something, anything about it.

He hadn’t, and eventually it’d just been wet dreams and fantasies that had slipped into the recesses of his memory during Blackwatch and beyond.

Until now. Standing next to that great hulk of an omnic and feeling all of that just rush back in a strangely muted but still embarrassing way. They’d made their peace, it wasn’t anything between them that had anger or resentment attached like he had with Ashe, and older, more confident Jesse had turned and asked almost offhandedly if Bob was interested in coming back to his hotel for a drink.

A cocked head and finally a nod had been his answer, which leads them to where they are now. With McCree eyeing the well maintained frame and grinning around his fifth beer. Flirting shamelessly, inhibitions starting to drift away with the good company and alcohol.

But it’s Bob who makes the first move, one massive hand reaching to touch Jesse’s knee gently, optics shuttering and head tilted in a silent question that the cowboy has no trouble understanding.

And if his breathed, “Goddamn yes,” is any indication, he’s more than happy to answer.

The bed isn’t made for so much weight so they improvise. McCree straddling the omnic’s thighs and nuzzling about his face as much as his hands are stroking around seams and joins that hide wires beneath them. Only giving a mumbled, “...internet,” when Bob gives him a look for knowing just where they are.

Then it’s clothes stripped off piece by piece until only underwear remain and that’s when the outlaw pauses, unsure. Placing Sheila on top of Bob’s dome and giving him a crooked, somewhat hesitant grin.

“I’m afraid yer gonna have t’ take th’ reins here, sweetheart, I ain’t got a clue what y’got an’ what y’don’t. Want t’make this good fer ya, though, ain’t jus’ about me.”

Bob’s optics shutter again, then again, and he leans back with a contemplative look that tells Jesse he might have been a bit unclear about what he was after. Sex, obviously, but not one sided. Not just him getting off. A slow nod comes after a few seconds and while Jesse’s waiting, slightly confused, he feels both heat and something under his ass.

...but also, he sees the omnic carefully removing an armor plate over a cluster of wires and guiding McCree’s hand up to them. Helping him find certain ones and venting softly as they’re explored and manipulated carefully. Grinning in true delight the first time he gets a little shudder out of his new partner.

Five minutes later he has a just-thick-enough cock in his ass and fingers absolutely tangled in those wires. Groaning as his manipulations make Bob thrust just a little bit harder than he was before. Toes curled up and dick leaving smears of pre across metal and flesh alike.

He gets Bob to come first, static sparking across his frame and eyes going blindingly bright for a second before he’s still, moving again when a fully body shudder runs through him and catches Jesse off guard, a big hand closing over his dick and vibrating. Makes the cowboy curse and jerk and then he’s spitting his load into that hand with hips jerking until he feels the edge of too much and nudges the hand away to collapse panting across the omnic’s big chest.

It’s miles better than he ever imagined.

Goddamn he hopes that they’ll get to do this again.

[itstimetogetspooky]

Some of y'all like McCree as much as I do...so I made me a McAnyone server. Where anyone can share the cowboy love. You can rp, or just hangout. Gotta be 18+ just in case (sorry little ones) so message me for an invite!

Only rule: don't hate on anyone else