Monday, November 5, 2007

D-Day

Posted by el duque at 5:22 PM


4 comments:

Stang said...

It's like when your girlfiend leaves you and she gets a new boyfriend and it's raining and you pass a garbage-strewn alley and see her performing a lewd act on him while wearing his clothes. Seeing that picture feels like that.

November 5, 2007 at 6:22 PM
Stang said...

And he's wearing #6! That was OUR number!

November 5, 2007 at 6:23 PM
el duque said...

And when our eyes are closed and we're shouting, "Oh, JOE, oh, JOE," our new manager will always wonder if it's he that we're dreaming of.

And it might be.

That's the worst part of it.

It might be.

November 5, 2007 at 7:22 PM
Whitey Fraud said...

Get a room, you two!

November 6, 2007 at 8:17 AM

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