Boy, that was a long title, wasn’t it? Anyhoo, our good buddy Upstate Underdog set up a Group for DFO over at the ESPN site for all of us to join and show our shortcomings. The information is below:
Group name: DOOR FLIES OPEN!
Password: dfo2016
Everyone join the party and we may, JUST MAY, have prizes for the winner just like we did for the DFO Prediction Contests earlier this year. Tell you what, since Moose traded in his booze winnings for a nice original drawing by entropy (a wise choice indeed), I will put that up for the winner of this contest. Whoever wins will get a fine bottle of their choice of fine liquor shipped to them by me. Good luck, y’all!
And now, feel free to discuss the shortcomings of the Selection Committee:
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whoops that was supposed to be a reply
DAMMIT, sorry, wrong thread
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Cincinnati chile bowl?
I apologize.
Alright I’m going to lower the aggregate IQ for a minute.
If that’s possible.
We’re trying to come up with an Urban Dictionary term for when you have your dick farted on during anal sex.
We’ve come up with a Bean Steamer and a Subway drive bye.
I am not proud of this idea.
Call it the Mexican Accordion.
I like it!
A foul wind bloweth to the mast.
I’m watching a recorded MMA fight between a couple of 125 pounders.
It’s like gay midget sex.
I’m sure there is a niche audience for that type of thing but I ain’t googling it.
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That YouTube video below was partly for you. Thought you might get a kick out of it…
Now why on earth would you think that?
You know me too well, Brother Balls.
HEY BoS, 1 entry or multiple?
I say enter multiple times. Increases your odds.
That’s what she said.
Giggity
Wings at Flyers on Tuesday. Gonna be fun.
Just had some excitement in the BFC household. The gf was trying a new pie recipe to bring a treat into the office for Pi Day. The last step is to put jumbo marshmallows on top and throw the pie back in the oven on broil. 90 seconds later I hear “uhhhhh it’s on fire!”
My version of the story is that I saved us (and the pie) from burning to death.
You threw it in the sink and turned the faucet on didn’t you?
Hell no. I took that flaming pie (Beatles joke or phrasing?) out of the oven, blew out the fire, and then helped her scrape off the burnt parts and fix it.
It got a nice crunchy coating?
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That was a great read.
I think I was in 5th grade.
I was warped early.