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gyzymBurro 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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SO WE'RE GOING THERE ARE WE. CAUSE I GOTS LOTS OF AMMO.
Date: 2011-03-19 04:43 am (UTC)Re: SO WE'RE GOING THERE ARE WE. CAUSE I GOTS LOTS OF AMMO.
Date: 2011-03-19 04:48 am (UTC)Re: SO WE'RE GOING THERE ARE WE. CAUSE I GOTS LOTS OF AMMO.
Date: 2011-03-19 04:50 am (UTC)+ BONUS JGL BECAUSE I AM ALL OVER HIS BUSINESS TONIGHT:
IT IS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG
Date: 2011-03-19 04:55 am (UTC)AUGH I ALREADY CAN'T REMEMBER IF I'VE POSTED THIS ONE DOOM IS WRITTEN IN THE STARS
Date: 2011-03-19 04:58 am (UTC)COBB IS JUDGING YOU SQUARE PANTS.
STILL MY FAVE:
Date: 2011-03-19 05:03 am (UTC)PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:09 am (UTC)COBB THE COBBLER MAKING COBBLER ON A COBB
Date: 2011-03-19 05:13 am (UTC)AND NOTHING TO DO WITH INCEPTION BUT I DIE WHENEVER I LOOK AT IT:
SANDWICHES TELL THE BEST JOKES DONCHA KNOW.
Date: 2011-03-19 05:17 am (UTC)YOU BE-DIMPLED BASTARD.
THAT SWEATER DRAPED AROUND HIS SHOULDERS. HIS SANDWICH IS TSKING AT HIS FASHION SENSE.
AND A THROW BACK TO YESTERDAY BECAUSE IT SHOULD NEVER STOP:
WHAT DID THE MUSHROOM SAY TO THE TOMATO. I'M A FUN GUY. AY??????????????????
Re: SANDWICHES TELL THE BEST JOKES DONCHA KNOW.
Date: 2011-03-19 05:22 am (UTC)I TIP MY HAT.
Date: 2011-03-19 05:24 am (UTC)Re: SANDWICHES TELL THE BEST JOKES DONCHA KNOW.
Date: 2011-03-19 05:26 am (UTC)DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST MAKE A FUNGUS JOKE OH MY GOD
Date: 2011-03-19 05:25 am (UTC)BUT SERIOUSLY HAVE SOME MORE OWL:
YOU WOULD MAKE FUNGUS JOKES IF YOU COULD
Date: 2011-03-19 05:36 am (UTC)OWL:
AND WHY THE FUCK NOT FLAMINGOS AND OWLS ARE PROBABLY RELATED ANYWAY:
Re: YOU WOULD MAKE FUNGUS JOKES IF YOU COULD
Date: 2011-03-19 05:40 am (UTC)BUT I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF
MORE THAN BACON
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Date: 2011-03-19 09:50 am (UTC)Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:14 am (UTC)Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:17 am (UTC)Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:18 am (UTC)Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:20 am (UTC)Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:23 am (UTC)Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:26 am (UTC)Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:33 am (UTC)Ok, last one of those I swear.
MY ONLY RESPONSE TO THIS IS GIANT FONT/ADDING MY "FANDOMS COLLIDE AND WE ALL FALL DOWN" TAG TO POST
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From:Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
Date: 2011-03-19 05:25 am (UTC)COBB SALAD
Re: PUNS FOR A BIT OF FLAVOR
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Date: 2011-03-19 09:48 am (UTC)