Sunday Overnight Open Thread - October 19, 2025 [Doof]

The Sunday ONT is here. And so are you. As are the gray boxes. Content is MoMe focused, but this is an open thread, as always. What's on YOUR mind tonight?

MoMe Hangover

Lots of discussion in the gun thread about TxMoMeX. Let's keep that conversation going here, too!

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Here's what the horses at the ranch think of our little get-together on THEIR turf.

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Perhaps you left Corsicana late in the day and this is your goal as you travel westward

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Two RV parks I spotted in my post-MoMe travels. One is perfect for me, and one for my fellow ONT COB.

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MoMe appropriate song titles. Also fitting for any evening at Club ONT.

'Ette Couture (Courtesy of Piper)

It's that time of the week - when we turn the ONT over to our good friend Piper for a bit. Here's this week's fashion pr0n.

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MoMe 2025– Fashion Fiesta
By Piper
October 19, 2025 – Somewhere Near Corsicana

Forget Milan’s runways and Cannes red carpet. Instead, imagine the AoSHQ comment section in 3D, stomping through a field like it’s the last stand at a Buc-ee’s. From tragic tees to trucker-hat triumphs, here’s the lowdown on who wore what at MoMe 2025. Spoiler: No one wore enough sunscreen, and the collective fedora count hit critical mass. Let's dive in and dissect the looks, shall we?

Sock Puppet : Tragedy

Sock Puppet, the elusive poster, emerged from his lair in what can only be described as post-apocalyptic dadcore. His fit? A faded black Ace of Spades HQ tour tee with more holes than a bad alibi, tucked haphazardly into bootcut jeans . Topped with a trucker hat emblazoned with "Moron Monarch" in bedazzled rhinestones, it was definitely something and that something was not good.

Verdict: 5/10 for commitment to the brand, docked points for the untucked shirttail that screamed "I give up on society and laundry." Sock Puppet, if you're reading this, your posts are bangers, but this outfit was not.

Ride’em Cowgirl: Stunning

REC rode in like a Lone Star goddess who could outwit a troll and outcook a Food Network star. She rocked denim in a way that screamed “I wrangle cattle and your feelings,” cinched with a leather belt wide enough to block traffic. Her turquoise choker was so massive it could’ve sunk the Titanic, it definitely gave a “Texas Forever” charm. She glided through the crowd and the dance floor with the grace of a woman who’s navigated the negative nellies in the comments unscathed.

Verdict: 10/10. REC is MoMe’s style queen, elegant and ready to send a liberal to therapy with one arched brow.

Esthetician and Her Glitter Posse: Swirls and Shenanigans

Enter Ester (last name redacted to protect the innocent), the undisputed champion of "What Happens at MoMe Stays at MoMe... Except This Outfit." She strutted in like she owned the Alamo, rocking a top that boldly declared "Triggered? Good." In swirly script. The real MVPs? Chunky white sneakers caked in what we pray is mud (but suspect is brisket grease) and a fanny pack slung crossbody, stuffed with ammo, a Celcius and enough sass to crash a server farm. Her posse mirrored the chaos: one in a tie dye tee, psychedelic swirls clashing gloriously with acid-wash shorts, another in a star-spangled sundress screaming “Betsy Ross, but make it viral,” this gang turnt up, it was absolute fire.

Verdict: 9/10 for unhinged energy. They’re the fashion equivalent of a Roman candle—bright, reckless, and banned in blue states.

Let’s call him “Tiki Torch Ted” : Because Bob from NSA is too obvious.

From his suspiciously tinted Suburban, to his blue polo shirt and khakis pressed sharp enough to cut steak, Bob’s, um, Ted’s vibe screamed “Federale” The real giveaway? Aviator sunglasses he never took off, even during the square dance, and a Bluetooth earpiece blinking like the Fourth of July. Bob, I mean Ted, tried to play it cool, asking, “So, what’s your sign?” while taking notes on a napkin.

Verdict: 3/10. Points docked because Bob, um, Ted, you’re fooling nobody. Your outfit’s so “undercover” it’s basically glowing neon.

Paolo: Putting the Wild in Wildcard

Paolo, the MoMe’s resident Rico Suave, swaggered in like he’d just escaped an Enrique Iglesias concert. His look? A purple silk shirt unbuttoned to the navel, flashing a serious chest hair situation, paired with red leather pants —because Texas heat doesn’t give a darn about your color wheel, apparently. The straw cowboy hat perched on his head screamed “I’m here to party, not parse.” He was spotted double-fisting Shiners and arguing about tax policy with a fence post.

Verdict: 6.5/10 for a style as colorful as some of his takes. Paolo’s the guy you call when you are in desperate need for a piña colada after getting caught in the rain.

The Lurkers: Dressed Like They Got Lost on the Way

Then there’s the lurker squad, those comment-section phantoms who crawl out of their digital caves once a year, squinting like they’ve never seen sunlight. “Lurker Len” (name changed, but he knows who he is) sported a plain gray Hanes tee, cargo shorts with more pockets than a Ponzi scheme, and Crocs so beat they looked like they’d survived a zombie apocalypse. His only flair? A lanyard with the words “I showed up, don’t make me talk” etched out in red sharpie. Joining along was “i don’t know a niC,” rocking a windbreaker straight out of a 1985 Sears catalog, stretchy jeans, and a trucker hat blaring “Keep Texas Red” in …neon yellow. I know, right?

Verdict: 4/10. They’re MoMe’s unsung agents—zero effort, and wardrobes that say, “I’m here for the tri tip, not the spotlight.”

The Takeaway: Style’s a Mess, But It’s Our Mess

The morons came, they conquered, they got sauce on their shirts, and they did it with a middle finger to the fashion elite. Trends to steal? Plaid’s your wingman, trucker hats are your tiara, and if your t-shirt doesn’t make a liberal rage TikTok in their car, you’re slacking.

Next year, we're petitioning for a red carpet.

Piper’s your weekly style slayer, serving takes on the AoSHQ horde’s hottest (and nottest) looks. Some or all of the above may have been completely made up. Complaints directly to Doof

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Thanks, Piper! Just remember - as you are well aware, I know how to delegate responsibility. Complaint handling is no different!

Weekly commenter stats for week of 10-19-2025

AoSHQ Commenter Statistics:
Number of posts: 96
Number of comments: 21982
Number of unique hashes: 1924

Top 10 commenters:
1 [481 comments] 'TheJamesMadison, seeing dreamlike horrors with Mario Bava' [68.31 posts/day]
2 [340 comments] 'Skip '
3 [323 comments] 'Bulg'
4 [315 comments] ''
5 [312 comments] 'Blonde Morticia'
6 [306 comments] '18-1'
7 [302 comments] 'whig'
8 [256 comments] 'toby928 '
9 [249 comments] 'Anonosaurus Wrecks, Fat, Dumb, and Happy '
10 [244 comments] 'I'll Add Austedo!'

Top 10 sockpuppeteers:
1 [240 names] 'I'll Add Austedo!' [34.09 unique names/day]
2 [177 names] 'David French'
3 [65 names] 'Miklos pronounces it Green-which, like sammich'
4 [43 names] 'Mullah Miklos'
5 [42 names] 'Duncanthrax'
6 [42 names] 'Quarter Twenty '
7 [41 names] 'mindful webworker - in the room of requirement'
8 [30 names] 'gKWVE'
9 [30 names] 'I am the Shadout Mapes, the Housekeeper'
10 [30 names] 'Art Garfunkel '

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