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TBOTNN Club
- Thread starter slobake
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I see what ya did thereShe could be named Herman Munster and I wouldn't give a rip
same here.. but I always pictured Yesiree Bob as sort of on older white guy. White hair, glasses and a red plaid shirt. I like this alternate version much much better.
(ok, I'll stop now)
Anywho.
# added to sig
Yeah, you see that. Here is a man who is proud to wear his colors. Even the misspelling of number seems appropriate.
Ok, so I was wrong...I somehow thought that Yesiree Bob was Colonel Sanders...
I'm just so glad that it's a smokin' Asian chick
My day. It has been made.
Hey where is the pride around here? I don't see anyone listing their TBOTNN numbers in their sig.
Here you go.
In the off season there was often a feeling of moral dilemma as Chuck gazed out upon the open field.
He missed the good old days when the team motto was simply “all for one and one for all”
Most of all though he missed his wife, things just hadn't been the same since she left.
With the season over there was no joy to ale the pain that was strong in his heart.
The quest for closure had torn him to a new low.
Still gazing outward he fought with the notion once more;
“Should this corn be destroyed as revenge against the corn man who so heartlessly stole my wife?”
“If I destroy this crop what will my kids have to be fed by?”
He raised his fist to the sky and cursed the TBOT as he knew it was where they first met.
He missed the good old days when the team motto was simply “all for one and one for all”
Most of all though he missed his wife, things just hadn't been the same since she left.
With the season over there was no joy to ale the pain that was strong in his heart.
The quest for closure had torn him to a new low.
Still gazing outward he fought with the notion once more;
“Should this corn be destroyed as revenge against the corn man who so heartlessly stole my wife?”
“If I destroy this crop what will my kids have to be fed by?”
He raised his fist to the sky and cursed the TBOT as he knew it was where they first met.
As a representative of Samantha's 13th level of consciousness we are happy that you are happy with said story, and thank you sincerely for your absolutely scrumptious display of gratitude.
Southway
So ugly, he made a train take a gravel road
Hey where is the pride around here? I don't see anyone listing their TBOTNN numbers in their sig.
I added mine as soon as I got it!
