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Just a quick reminder that the LA-area DFO’ers will get together tomorrow at 2:00 PM at the Father’s Office location in Culver City. See you there!
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I was prepping some beef ribs when I was gripped by shame-why has this song not been on this post?
Who ordered the Allagash white?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I8mWG6HlmU
For shame, Rikki, for shame!
Whose liver is this?
Thing is, these meet-up folks are going to be doing their best Canadian impressions in that they’ll be as polite as fuck to each other at the outset.
/HAH!
Off-topic, whoever on here recommended “Knockemstiff” please pat yourself on the back. Fucking great. The author’s style and personal story (blue collar worker turned author of very beautiful, brutally bleak literature) remind me of one of my all-time favourites – Per Petterson of Norway.
That was me, Hippo.
Glad you liked it.
Seriously, try Frank Bill. Donnybrook.
Nice.
It’s on my calendar to order from the library. Started “The Devil All the Time” this morning. Need to pace myself so I don’t run out of A-list material before football starts.
Well I’m here on time and everything. For those coming there is valet parking off of Venice. Hurry up dammit, I want a beer.
Of all the myriad reasons for me not to reside in LA (not being able to afford it, not good looking enough, etc), THAT would be the real deal-breaker. I fucking HATE someone else parking my car. Makes me twitchy as a methhead. And I drive a beat-up, piece of shit Honda Odyssey that’s pushing 160,000 miles.
Yeah, LA would just LUV teh Hippo.
I lived in LA for 17 years and I hated valet parking with the heat of a thousand suns until the very last day.
LA traffic sucks. I’m on my way!
So what you’re saying is that my life does depend on ordering another, I see!
/Drinky logic
I am the blonde girl in the watermelon-colored shirt drinking this awesome pilsner like my life depended on it.
Something else to enjoy whilst you wait:
Oh there you are.
Long-distance dedication:
I am requesting a recap post of the meetup so Monty, Horatio, Snow and I can feel even more terrible about being in no proximity to any of our make believe friends.
Supposedly there are other ones in Portland.
They just don’t want to hang out with me.
That’s bananas. I’d stalk the shit out of you if I were closer!
Not if I stalked you first!
http://blogfiles.wfmu.org/KF/2014/04/09/70s_kid_game_smile.gif
The space/time continuum is a real pain in the ass for the stalker on-the-go in this modern world.
This is not unusual. Even my make believe friends when I was little didn’t want to be anywhere near me.
Completely overlooked again. What are you, my wife?
/bike horn
//tugs at collar
So, this Culver City, is it anywhere near the Midwest?
It’s near the Mid Wilshire district so…
that’s something.
If anyone is up for a DOF outing in Eastern CT I’m eating ice cream by myself right now.
“That may be the saddest sentence I’ve ever written” thought Horatio, “including that dead-dog post.”
I found this drawn on a whiteboard at work this week, so I took a picture.
I think this makes this thread open!
somebody periscope this so the rest of us can creepy peeping video watch you.
If you are serious about this, I can do it since I created an account. In order to see it, though, you guys would have to create a Periscope account and follow me which may complicate things. If you already have Twitter, though, that makes things easier.
I will probably feel shame and horror, but I will do it if you guys want.
I would do it if I didn’t have plans tomorrow–visitors to entertain–but I’ll have to stalk you all in some other way.
Serious question: how did your wives/girlfriends/partners/husbands/whatevers react to you saying you’re meeting up with your internet friends for a drink?
My then-wife was always very amused by my imaginary friends (in fact, she was the first person I heard use said phrase), but the for realz get togethers were so few and far between that I don’t recall the exact reaction. Probably some mild serial killer jokes.
I’m single, so that doesn’t really apply to me.
Well, I’m looking for other data in case there’s a meet up in DC when I’m in town. Though that’s getting less frequent now that I took a job that splits my time between here and Boulder.
Boulder? Hmmm… I can meet you in Denver. I am drunk now so I will totally renege on this. I assume all internet people want my kidneys or children.
I have two kidneys, if that helps allay your concerns.
/just what someone who wants your kidneys would say.
Any internet person who ends up taking my children will have gotten what they deserved.
I’m always amused when I hear about kidnapping plots (it was part of a Nordic crime novel I recently read). I figure after I ignored the kidnappers for a few weeks, they’d be offering me a few thousand to come get them.
Mike (Balls of Steel) has already paved the way for my wife not worrying much about folks I meet via KSK.
RTD’s pets on the other hand now cower in the corner and whimper anytime they hear the word “balls”.
I will be the fairly tall suave motherfucker with the grey “CUBS Baseball” t-shirt.
I’m willing to bet that I’m the only one who will be wearing one of those.
Go Cubs!
/we suck
As much self-loathing as I have always possessed, I am damned lucky to have escaped your sad fate. Fortunately, I was always a speed and defense-based ballplayer as a lad (read – I couldn’t hit for shit, but I got to lead off because I would take a walk and always got to run for the catcher with 2 outs) plus could pick up KMOX all the way in Charlotte on my old-assed clock radio.
Thus, Cardinals Devil Magic for me. WOO!!!
Shit Hippo, NC and a Cards fan? Now I know what it’s like when doves cry.
Woo! We’uns will have to have words if’n you like U*NC or Duke, though…
Broncos and Cardinals and you’re from Carolina? You are worse than Cancer and AIDS combined. No offencse.
Also 99% of Cardinals fans have never been to St. Louis and wouldn’t be Cardinals fans if they wandered 1/2 mile from the stadium. You
people are the worst. And that place is a shit hole, and I know shit holes, having spent a lot of time in Detroit and the South Side of Chicago.
(Yes, my hatred of that team and city burns with the fire of 100,000 suns. And I am Tigers fan.)
/DTLZM attempts to block account, locks self out instead and somehow gets a DUI
//Hippo holds me down
///Monty forcibly dresses me in jorts and Darren Wilson jersey
Hee hee, yes the “gas station fans” really are terrible. On the internet, not much better. I spent 3 days in St. Louis, found it ok, just unremarkable. The only city of any size I’ve really enjoyed, oddly enough, is Chicago.
Since It’s All Over, Fat Man went inactive, there’s no Broncos fansite that isn’t reprehensible, either. It’s a pity. But my love goes on anyway.
And you won’t get any argument from me, I am totally the fucking worst. Just don’t ever confuse me for a Carolina fan. Or a Dukie. Gross.
I get free donks tickets through work a lot so I root for them to do well because people in Denver are happy when they win. But they don’t make my soul hurt like the Bears do. Or the way the Cardinals do.
Yeah, unless one is a Chargers or Raiders fan, I gather it is hard to get too hate-filled about the Donks. Despite the whole lucking into arguably 2 of the 5 best QBs of all-time in the same generation of fandom in Elway and PeyPey, once your ineptitude on the biggest stage has been (fairly) a punchline on The Simpsons, it’s hard to ever be a true villain.
Thus, the Cardinals are the only villainous/overdog franchise I support. Trust me, my foaming at the mouth enthusiam (and subsequent heartbreak) for NC State and Everton (the Premier League footy version of NC State) more than makes up for it, Karma-wise.
I will be the not-tall motherfucker with the Poovey Farms Racing baseball cap.
You should really commit and go in full Pam cosplay. I know they still sell that dolphin puppet online.
I wish I had the moobs for it. More burgers!
Seriously, I do have the pit crew jumpsuit…
But do you have a Pam Poovey real doll? And if so, will you soon be featured on HBO’s Real Sex?
Never meet your heroes.
Or your gyros.
Such stomach pains
And how! With any luck, I may have a moment out of the office before hand to make a moderately visible ‘DFO’ sign… like a weird valet meeting you as you depart the escalator.
Should we plan on a patio if there is room out there?
… is that an “anti-pants” tag I see? Do we not have to wear pants? Don’t tease!
Do any of us actually own pants?
I will not be wearing pants.
I’ll be there in spirits.
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