Beerball Posted June 16, 2009 Share Posted June 16, 2009 Today's Birthdays BF_in_Indiana Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KRC Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stuckincincy Posted June 16, 2009 Share Posted June 16, 2009 Two halves of the same peanut? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kegtapr Posted June 16, 2009 Share Posted June 16, 2009 Can anyone confirm he made it to 29? The odds weren't in his favor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guffalo Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EndZoneCrew Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buckeyemike Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pete Posted June 16, 2009 Share Posted June 16, 2009 everyone have some rettata in celebration! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BuffaloBill Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kelly the Dog Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ramius Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JÂy RÛßeÒ Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guffalo Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VABills Posted June 16, 2009 Share 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bill from NYC Posted June 16, 2009 Share Posted June 16, 2009 If you read this, Happy Birthday BF. C'mon people, he is just a kid. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chef Jim Posted June 16, 2009 Share Posted June 16, 2009 It was 4AM, do you realize how long it takes to properly cook rettatta? Twenty minutes, no more, no less. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DC Tom Posted June 17, 2009 Share 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Miyagi-Do Karate Posted June 17, 2009 Share Posted June 17, 2009 Whatever happened to him? Was he banished for some QB crusade? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bill from NYC Posted June 17, 2009 Share 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? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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