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| It was Karrie's Birthday and although I had told Karrie that Fred was out of town and that I was planning on playing cards that night. I received the following text message from Amber at exactly midnight: "You promised her you guys would be here! Ya'll suck!" So we were guilted into heading down to the bar for a few hours before resuming our game. Of course, we brought half the bar back with us. |
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| Eat something George. Some pasta, some potatoes, something! You could cut glass with that pointy-ass elbow of yours. |  |
| Lindsey goes all-in! She always did go all the way. |  |
| I guess Props need to go out to whomever snapped the rest of these pictures. That reminds me. I need to get some patio furniture cleaner. |
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| Allie looks ready to take communion and Dave has a pretty good idea what he can substitute for a wafer. I'm going to Hell. |
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| You can tell what kind of woman you're dealing with by sticking a camera in their face. If they shy away they are private. If they ham it up they are free-spirited. If they show their tits.... They're Ho-Bags. |  |
| Homer has made another appearance. The "Homer Project" should be online soon. Be patient. |  |
| Tom and 8-Mile get into a pretty heated debate over who's goatee is less gay. |  |
| Gomer and HB-2 make a cute couple, huh? |  |
| I thought they broke up? Sure are a lot of pictures of them in close proximity to each other... Maybe they're just fuck buddies now. |  |
| Ethel, get the gun! There's a marble-skulled dufus-moronous in the dining room. |  |
| If you make a doggy door big enough, you can train any ol' bitch to use it. |  |
| Who say's you can't teach an old dog new tricks? |  |
| Another one of Bic and Allie. I'll bet Stalker George was peaking over the fence too. |
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| As much shit as I give Lindsey on this site and she still loves me. |  |
| So the sun started coming up and an impromptu football game was initiated. Nobody bothered to notice that the hash marks were actually piles of dog shit. |  |
| I think Allie may be hurling before the play. |  |
| Jenna played both Tight-end and Wide Receiver as Izzy and Allie ran their patented Bitch Slap defenseive package. |  |
| Being the gracious host that I am. I cleaned up the dog shit after Izzy face-planted two-inches from one that was (As my kids call it) "Fresh from the Oven". What is it with Izzy and dog shit? This makes two instances now. |
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| Jenna's down in the three-point stance and Lindsey looks like she's straddling a fallen redwood. |  |
| Jack fell victim to one of the classic blunders, the most famous of which is "Never get involved in a land war in Asia", but only slightly less well known is this: "Never wrestle a Mexican during drunken Nerf football at dawn". |  |
| Team Funbag developed a new strategy: Distract Izzy be leaning forward as often as possible, exposing their cleavage and then kicking him in the Frijoles. |  |
| I love the smell of stripper dust in the morning. |  |
| Arches De Triumph! |  |
