Okay folks, it's finally here - time for the 3rd Annual Day of Fun recap! Hooray! Thanks to the wonders of technology, the recap will be a multimedia experience this year. Just click over on the Podcast page to listen to the 1st Annual 3rd Annual Day of Fun Podcast. That's a pantload of annual!
The 3rd Annual Day of Fun began witha roll call of the usual no-good scumbags. Yours truly, who's always suspicious of your motives:
My Day of Fun right hand man/autistic Jenga genius Madden:
Our navigator/inspirational leader the Friendly Robit:
And introducing the newest addition to our Day of Fun team - former Australian teen supermodel Hogg:
Sorry, ladies - that sexy bitch pictured above is taken. In fact, his impending nuptuals are less than a month away. Because we have a very functional pimp/johns relationship, Madden and I are standing next to Hogg as groomsmen at his wedding in (Funky Cold) Medina, Ohio in July.
So the first stop on the Day of Fun was Ye Olde Men's Wearhouseee to be measured for tuxes. Unfortunately for Hogg, the Men's Wearhouse employee was actually a highly-trained assassin hired by his fiance to make sure that he didn't actually live to see the wedding:
Death by measuring tape. A fitting way to die for a man in such top-notch physical condition. Funeral services are on Saturday at the Blue Ribbon BBQ in Arlington.
I'm just kidding - Hogg's not really dead. But the Blogger system is being a HUGE pain in the ass about letting me put up photos (this cute little entry has taken me the better part of two days), so I'll have to say those words you love to hear:
To be continued...
(Oh, quit complaining - you've got a whole new podcast to plug in your greedy little ears.)
The 3rd Annual Day of Fun began witha roll call of the usual no-good scumbags. Yours truly, who's always suspicious of your motives:
My Day of Fun right hand man/autistic Jenga genius Madden:
Our navigator/inspirational leader the Friendly Robit:
And introducing the newest addition to our Day of Fun team - former Australian teen supermodel Hogg:
Sorry, ladies - that sexy bitch pictured above is taken. In fact, his impending nuptuals are less than a month away. Because we have a very functional pimp/johns relationship, Madden and I are standing next to Hogg as groomsmen at his wedding in (Funky Cold) Medina, Ohio in July.
So the first stop on the Day of Fun was Ye Olde Men's Wearhouseee to be measured for tuxes. Unfortunately for Hogg, the Men's Wearhouse employee was actually a highly-trained assassin hired by his fiance to make sure that he didn't actually live to see the wedding:
Death by measuring tape. A fitting way to die for a man in such top-notch physical condition. Funeral services are on Saturday at the Blue Ribbon BBQ in Arlington.
I'm just kidding - Hogg's not really dead. But the Blogger system is being a HUGE pain in the ass about letting me put up photos (this cute little entry has taken me the better part of two days), so I'll have to say those words you love to hear:
To be continued...
(Oh, quit complaining - you've got a whole new podcast to plug in your greedy little ears.)
9 Comments:
I Wish Hogg had stayed home. He ruined day of fun. Beep Beep Bloop Bloop.
Friendly Robit. You're dead to me.
The Friendly Robit vs. Hogg feud has been simmering for a while now. It's finally come to a head.
i would like a comparison between the massage chair's massage and the ridiculously awesome massages that I give.
don't you dare say that the electronic bitch of a chair has anything on my precious hands!
Stacy, Stacy, Stacy...I'm worth $4000. I'm one very high class bitch of a chair.
Psssh.
I'm totally worth more than $4000.
You cheap ass whore of a massage chair.
Silly girl. Everyone knows machine is superior to man... and WOman.
I happen to know for a fact that that particular massage chair gives happy endings. You just can't compete, humon.
I'll give YOU a happy ending, only I'm the one that'll find it happy. Stupid machine!
Yay! Pocasty goodness!
Imma go listen.
Just figured I'd share.
Oh and Stacy, OBVIOUSLY you're worth more than $4,000....but you wouldn't charge me that to prove it, right? *grin*
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