KRC Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 What I find more disturbing is that there are two of them. BF_in_Indiana(29), SuperMighty(41), BF in Indiana(29)
kegtapr Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Can anyone confirm he made it to 29? The odds weren't in his favor.
Guffalo Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Somewhere in Indiana, a man-child sits down to a table with all of his freinds. The stuffed animals sit at attention at his table, with their hats askew, and their button eyes focused on the airline size bottles of Southern Comfort placed at each setting. The smell of pickles and long simmering noodles wafts through the air, making the man-child grunt in anticipation. A large matronly woman, dressed in a floral print housedress, uses her ample hip to bump open the kitchen door. In her pasty white gelatenous arms, she hefts a large plate of steaming rettatta. The man-child squeals with glee as the pickle flavored concoction is laid before him. His girlish screeches drown out the sound of the television a few feet away blaring the local farm report. All is good in Indiana
EndZoneCrew Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 In all seriousness...I always felt bad saying anything negative about him because I was under the assumption that he was mentally challenged. Is there any truth to this?
buckeyemike Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Somewhere in Indiana, a man-child sits down to a table with all of his freinds. The stuffed animals sit at attention at his table, with their hats askew, and their button eyes focused on the airline size bottles of Southern Comfort placed at each setting. The smell of pickles and long simmering noodles wafts through the air, making the man-child grunt in anticipation. A large matronly woman, dressed in a floral print housedress, uses her ample hip to bump open the kitchen door. In her pasty white gelatenous arms, she hefts a large plate of steaming rettatta. The man-child squeals with glee as the pickle flavored concoction is laid before him. His girlish screeches drown out the sound of the television a few feet away blaring the local farm report. All is good in Indiana Damn...don't make me spit out my coffee like that. :thumbsup:
BuffaloBill Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Somewhere in Indiana, a man-child sits down to a table with all of his freinds. The stuffed animals sit at attention at his table, with their hats askew, and their button eyes focused on the airline size bottles of Southern Comfort placed at each setting. The smell of pickles and long simmering noodles wafts through the air, making the man-child grunt in anticipation. A large matronly woman, dressed in a floral print housedress, uses her ample hip to bump open the kitchen door. In her pasty white gelatenous arms, she hefts a large plate of steaming rettatta. The man-child squeals with glee as the pickle flavored concoction is laid before him. His girlish screeches drown out the sound of the television a few feet away blaring the local farm report. All is good in Indiana
Kelly the Dog Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Somewhere in Indiana, a man-child sits down to a table with all of his freinds. The stuffed animals sit at attention at his table, with their hats askew, and their button eyes focused on the airline size bottles of Southern Comfort placed at each setting. The smell of pickles and long simmering noodles wafts through the air, making the man-child grunt in anticipation. A large matronly woman, dressed in a floral print housedress, uses her ample hip to bump open the kitchen door. In her pasty white gelatenous arms, she hefts a large plate of steaming rettatta. The man-child squeals with glee as the pickle flavored concoction is laid before him. His girlish screeches drown out the sound of the television a few feet away blaring the local farm report. All is good in Indiana Normally I would believe that, but didn't they just cut off analog television transmission?
Ramius Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Somewhere in Indiana, a man-child sits down to a table with all of his freinds. The stuffed animals sit at attention at his table, with their hats askew, and their button eyes focused on the airline size bottles of Southern Comfort placed at each setting. The smell of pickles and long simmering noodles wafts through the air, making the man-child grunt in anticipation. A large matronly woman, dressed in a floral print housedress, uses her ample hip to bump open the kitchen door. In her pasty white gelatenous arms, she hefts a large plate of steaming rettatta. The man-child squeals with glee as the pickle flavored concoction is laid before him. His girlish screeches drown out the sound of the television a few feet away blaring the local farm report. All is good in Indiana :thumbsup: man you've got me in tears!
JÂy RÛßeÒ Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Somewhere in Indiana, a man-child sits down to a table with all of his freinds. The stuffed animals sit at attention at his table, with their hats askew, and their button eyes focused on the airline size bottles of Southern Comfort placed at each setting. The smell of pickles and long simmering noodles wafts through the air, making the man-child grunt in anticipation. A large matronly woman, dressed in a floral print housedress, uses her ample hip to bump open the kitchen door. In her pasty white gelatenous arms, she hefts a large plate of steaming rettatta. The man-child squeals with glee as the pickle flavored concoction is laid before him. His girlish screeches drown out the sound of the television a few feet away blaring the local farm report. All is good in Indiana Post. Of. The. Year. But I guess there was no Cardinals game on?
Guffalo Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 Post. Of. The. Year. But I guess there was no Cardinals game on? It was 4AM, do you realize how long it takes to properly cook rettatta?
VABills Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 In all seriousness...I always felt bad saying anything negative about him because I was under the assumption that he was mentally challenged. Is there any truth to this? I would be shocked if there wasn't a lot of truth to that.
Bill from NYC Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 If you read this, Happy Birthday BF. C'mon people, he is just a kid.
Chef Jim Posted June 16, 2009 Posted June 16, 2009 It was 4AM, do you realize how long it takes to properly cook rettatta? Twenty minutes, no more, no less.
DC Tom Posted June 17, 2009 Posted June 17, 2009 If you read this, Happy Birthday BF. C'mon people, he is just a kid. By now he'd be about a thirty year old kid.
Miyagi-Do Karate Posted June 17, 2009 Posted June 17, 2009 Whatever happened to him? Was he banished for some QB crusade?
Bill from NYC Posted June 17, 2009 Posted June 17, 2009 By now he'd be about a thirty year old kid. Well that doesn't make me feel like I'm 90, does it?
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