on the plus side, at least I get to use my "open apology to chicken wings everywhere" tag again
Burro and my father on the topic of going down to the Q and watching March Madness basketball live and in person for twelve solid hours:
My Father: Too much basketball. Tooooo muchhhhh basketballllll.
Burro: All of my senses are tingling with basketball.
My Father: Touch, sight, taste--
Burro: Smell. I can smell the basketball.
My Father: All the other senses.
Me: You named them all except for hearing, guys.
Burro: Look, I have sixth and seventh senses I don't even know about, okay, and all of them are overwhelmed by basketball. My basketball sense had too much basketball.
My Father: I feel like I'm never going to say anything but basketball ever again.
Me: You seriously felt it necessary to spend your drive home telling me this? Right now? We're having breakfast together in like eight hours.
Burro: That is less time than we spent with the basketball. That's four hours less. Than basketball time.
Me: I told you guys it was crazy to spend the whole day down there.
My Father: Nobody knows the trouble we've seen.
Burro: Nobody knows the chicken wings we've eaten.
My Father: He meant our sorrow. Our chicken wing sorrow. Even the chicken wings tasted like basketball, oh god.
Burro: Hey, turn the radio up, I want to check the score on the Georgetown game.
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My Father: Too much basketball. Tooooo muchhhhh basketballllll.
Burro: All of my senses are tingling with basketball.
My Father: Touch, sight, taste--
Burro: Smell. I can smell the basketball.
My Father: All the other senses.
Me: You named them all except for hearing, guys.
Burro: Look, I have sixth and seventh senses I don't even know about, okay, and all of them are overwhelmed by basketball. My basketball sense had too much basketball.
My Father: I feel like I'm never going to say anything but basketball ever again.
Me: You seriously felt it necessary to spend your drive home telling me this? Right now? We're having breakfast together in like eight hours.
Burro: That is less time than we spent with the basketball. That's four hours less. Than basketball time.
Me: I told you guys it was crazy to spend the whole day down there.
My Father: Nobody knows the trouble we've seen.
Burro: Nobody knows the chicken wings we've eaten.
My Father: He meant our sorrow. Our chicken wing sorrow. Even the chicken wings tasted like basketball, oh god.
Burro: Hey, turn the radio up, I want to check the score on the Georgetown game.
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SUCH INJUSTICE.
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I TRIED TO TELL THEM IT WAS A POOR CHOICE, NUT. I TRIED TO SAVE THEM FROM THEMSELVES.
OH MY GOD YOU CHANGED YOUR LJ NAME TO SPIDERNUT I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH WALNUT
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YOU ARE PROFUSELY MORE PLAGUED THAN BASKETBALL THAN I SIMPLY BECAUSE OF PROXIMITY.
GOOD GRACIOUS GREAT ORANGE BALLS LET IT BE APRILLLLLL.
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IT GOES
INTO APRIL
THIS YEAR
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AUGH. AUGH. AUGH. I AM PASHAWING ALL OVER THE PLACE.
YOU'D THINK AFTER THE WORLD CUP OVERDOSE LAST YEAR THIS WOULD BE MORE INTERESTING.
NO. NO IT'S NOT.
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THESE ARE MY FEELINGS ON YOUR DECISION:
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I NEED AN APPROPRIATE IMAGE TO RESPOND BUT ALL I'VE GOT IS THIS:
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SO WE'RE GOING THERE ARE WE. CAUSE I GOTS LOTS OF AMMO.
Re: SO WE'RE GOING THERE ARE WE. CAUSE I GOTS LOTS OF AMMO.
Re: SO WE'RE GOING THERE ARE WE. CAUSE I GOTS LOTS OF AMMO.
IT IS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG
AUGH I ALREADY CAN'T REMEMBER IF I'VE POSTED THIS ONE DOOM IS WRITTEN IN THE STARS
STILL MY FAVE:
PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
COBB THE COBBLER MAKING COBBLER ON A COBB
SANDWICHES TELL THE BEST JOKES DONCHA KNOW.
Re: SANDWICHES TELL THE BEST JOKES DONCHA KNOW.
I TIP MY HAT.
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DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST MAKE A FUNGUS JOKE OH MY GOD
YOU WOULD MAKE FUNGUS JOKES IF YOU COULD
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Re: YOU WOULD MAKE FUNGUS JOKES IF YOU COULD
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Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
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MY ONLY RESPONSE TO THIS IS GIANT FONT/ADDING MY "FANDOMS COLLIDE AND WE ALL FALL DOWN" TAG TO POST
Re: MY ONLY RESPONSE TO THIS IS GIANT FONT/ADDING MY "FANDOMS COLLIDE AND WE ALL FALL DOWN" TAG TO P
Re: MY ONLY RESPONSE TO THIS IS GIANT FONT/ADDING MY "FANDOMS COLLIDE AND WE ALL FALL DOWN" TAG TO P
Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
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Re: SO WE'RE GOING THERE ARE WE. CAUSE I GOTS LOTS OF AMMO.
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At least duck hunting produces duck. Duck is delicious, I am just saying. I would eat me some duck right now.
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NO BUT SEE DAD DOESN'T LIKE DUCKS, THE DUCKS DON'T GET EATEN THEY ARE JUST KILLED FOR SPORT. I have expressed my outrage repeatedly over this because I fucking loooooove duck I could eat duck for the rest of my life, no joke. Except I can't cook. ;________; Ugh Dad, why are you such a skip sometimes?
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...NO, SERIOUSLY. UNNNNNNF DUCK OH MY GOD SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD. KILLING THEM AND NOT EATING THEM IS SUCH A WASTE OF DUCK.
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Sans beer or other intoxicants as I was working with high voltage electrical equipment.
Sometimes, at night, I can still hear the Oom-PAH, Oom-PAH coming for me.
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And the endless wailing of the accordions . . .
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It's totally weird seeing him on tv playing basketball though ^^
Your dad is crazy~
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