Anybody know what happened after, say, 10:30?
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Sure, I can help out – shortly after 10:30, I fell asleep on the sofa, having decided not to drive all the way south of downtown just to end up not remembering what happened. Of course, the chicken vindaloo also helped me in that decision.
P.S. Found the scoop on Heavenly Daze being closed… permanently.
Story here
I recognized you as that guy from the stands who belittled my less than stellar closing performances. It’s not surprising you don’t remember anything; that’s what a few friendly taps from a Mercedes 350SL passenger side door on the head will do.
So … she drank you under the table did she!!! That’s a Molson Babe for ya! Girl after my own heart!
All I know is, it involved a Canadian, a moose adn some really bad South Park role playing…. You Bastard
You Naught Sinner
Naught=Naughty
Me=bad typer
Hint: AirBrush! Did you check?
Anybody know what happened after, say, 10:30?
Better yet, does anyone have pictures?
Well, Jeff, for some reason I have your pants, and I wasn’t even there.
Which raises the interesting question: Ultra-low rise? These things are like socks, man. Not that I’m judging, y’know, but I think you might be taking this Jeff Gannon stuff a little too seriously.
See: Parker, Dorothy – “You Were Perfectly Fine”
Who are you? And where are your pants?
I’m sure we thank you for a most interesting evening– if perhaps not quite as interesting as it could have been if the 7-11 hadn’t had only two cans of Redi-Whip in stock. And I for one can truthfully say that I’ve never heard “I’ve Got a New Attitude” sung quite like that before. On the minus side: I don’t think you’re ever going to be able to use that vacuum again. And why a schnauzer, particularly?
P.S. Those equipment-rental place susally don’t stay open late on Sundays, so you’d better hustle if you want to avoid the late fees.
Well, I’m not sure what happened after 10:30, but I’d guess it involved Jeff Gannon’s cock. You know, his gay man-sex cock. It’s all the rage on the lefty blogs…
After 10:30 in what time zone?
The only buzz that’s filtered into central Illinois at this point is the stuff about the armadillo. Don’t they have an ASPCA in Colorado?
¿Quien estas, y donde estan sus pantalones?
See, I told you that would be a useful phrase, for when I wanted to be able to translate a comment into Spanish for no reason whatsoever.
(Spam word: ferrocarriles. No caca.)
I’m quite certain she took you out to Marie Callendar’s and the Pride Bookstore. Luckily, if you can find the receipts they’ll be tax deductable expenses. Your esteemed position as CITIZEN JOURNALIST has its privileges.
I don’t think the brazilian waxing is deductable, however. But with the Republicans in charge, anything is possible for this legislative session. Look for purchases of Mazda Miatas, subscriptions to Men’s Workout and Details, and tickets to Broadway musicals to all be tax-free expenses after the new Gay Ol’ Party has its way with the tax code!
Gail, it’s been all over the local news here in Atlanta all day long. It’s still pretty garbled but I think there turns out to be a law in Colorado against applying Red-Whip to an inebriated amadillo and forcing it to breakdance on Colfax Avenue.
Weird.
Yeah, and I want my chipper back. CLEANED.
It’s amazing what you can do with a post-hole digger and a can of Cheez-Whiz. But dude, that Pergo is tough stuff, man.
Where’s my goddam speculum?
One hesitates to speculate
Well thank goodness you removed that post where you said you were Oliver’s bee-ach. Makes me shudder just to think of it.
Jeff, we all have your back, but the next tiem you try to put a pink tu-tu onto a 6’ tall man, could you make sure he’s not wearing a badge.
I will say this, I’ve never known Jews to like spicy foods, but man, when you are loaded capsasin is your toy.
That Canadian chick was pretty butch for being so pretty. I hope the dash camera didn’t see Officer Friendly knocked on his ass.
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I thought retracing the path of Brent Brents in the same state of undress a bit tacky.
State of Undress. That’s cute. Illinois is the Land of Lincoln.
Something about you appreciating Zombieboy in a non-erotic way “unlike the other times” and sharing your Oliver Willis wallet shrine with those at the table.
Before (or after ?) the red pills and throwing rocks at airplanes.
…throwing rocks at airplanes.
BTW, Jeff—why aren’t you in the Rockies’ starting lineup? Bringing down the 737 was awesome!
I was in Madam’s Organ, in Adam’s Morgan.
And it was GRRRRRRRRRREAT!