Ty Webb
Hostage to Fortune
- Joined
- Dec 10, 2001
- Posts
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I bet she still cuts it in 4 equal squares instead of straight across or diagonal. I can see it now:
The General smells burnt grilled cheese, pauses SuperMario and comes up from the basement with his orange penis (reference Cheetos), Zuba pants on, nunchucks over his shoulder, a chinese star stuck in the wall of his dark brown wood paneled dining room, a mother of pearl colored wife-beater covered by his double breasted sub commander Delta jacket, and his 15 year old FO hat on at the dinner table. In his lap as dinner is served are his two gerbils named Anderson and Grinstein.
Mom at table:
"I am sure glad your wife was drunk the night she married you. It's ironic an Accountant married someone that has stayed with a company that is financially Fu<ked-up as a football bat. Ketchup with your grilled cheese, honey? Do Anderson and Grinstein need more butter?"
Holy pajamas, Batman!
An old-school FI smack down, of the highest order!
General, you will have to up your game significantly . . . . Knocking the Labuttocks layovers won't cut it this time . . . . . .. Surely, with 10,000+ posts, you can cobble together a worthy rejoinder . . . . although the orange cheetos remark is pretty tough to beat (pun intended). :laugh:
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