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Sports => Frank Martin's OOD sponsored by the "Angriest Fans in America" => Topic started by: Kat Kid on February 05, 2009, 07:44:18 PM
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Last friday she's all like "let's go to Doe's." we went to Doe's and saw OB and his merry band of crappy recruits chowin' on some over salted 10 lbs steaks. Tonight, she's all like "let's go to goodcents. It makes goodcents, LOL amiright?!" So who is there but Frank on daughter duty with his adorable little one in her pink crocs. I didn't say anything to OB cause its all like "LOL! OB!" I didn't say anything to Frank because I was scared of a lackadaisical turnover and a stern talking to.
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The Ten Pounder . . . how long you suppose that one has to cook KK??
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Did frank seem to be enjoying Manhattan?
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The Ten Pounder . . . how long you suppose that one has to cook KK??
Probably longer than poor lil OB had to put together his recruiting class!
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"let's go to goodcents. It makes goodcents, LOL amiright?!"
BS. She didn't say that. you said it.
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"let's go to goodcents. It makes goodcents, LOL amiright?!"
BS. She didn't say that. you said it.
dude she said it.
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I was scared of a lacksadaisical turnover.
say it right, like martin.
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"let's go to goodcents. It makes goodcents, LOL amiright?!"
BS. She didn't say that. you said it.
dude she said it.
prove it with nudes of your wife, or else youre a liar.
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Yesterday I went to lunch at the chef with a girl and Prince was there. I just wanted to run to his table and yell "Why won't you leave already."
For the record, not a display of low emaw on her part...the venue was my call. I'm still :kstatriot: and whatnot. I guess its just a lacksadaisical turnover on my part. :ugh:
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Yesterday I went to lunch at the chef with a girl and Prince was there. I just wanted to run to his table and yell "Why won't you leave already."
For the record, not a display of low emaw on her part...the venue was my call. I'm still :kstatriot: and whatnot. I guess its just a lacksadaisical turnover on my part. :ugh:
Bro. The Chef during the week is for hobos and unemployed. The Chef on the weekends is for hat'towns trendy hipsters and cultural elite.
Timing is everything.