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  • Wutang, I've got a belly full of wings

    I just got back from Columbus Ohio ("The Armpit of Ohio"), where I met JohnT and Snowfire for wings and sodas and beers at BW3's. Believe you me, I farted like a racehorse during the entire drive home. I pity poor Snowfire, having to sit in the car with JohnT for over two hours.

    When we finished consuming our wings we headed over to Busty McKnockers, a reputable gentleman's club, but Snowfire refuses to tell us what happened in the champaigne room.
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    Re: Wutang, I've got a belly full of wings

    Originally posted by loinburger
    I pity poor Snowfire, having to sit in the car with JohnT for over two hours.



    Unless JohnT is to be pitied

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    • #3
      Re: Wutang, I've got a belly full of wings

      Originally posted by loinburger
      . . . a reputable gentleman's club . . .
      My brain is unable to grasp meaning of this phrase.

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      • #4
        strip club?

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        • #5
          Originally posted by paiktis22
          Unless JohnT is to be pitied
          Snowfire didn't eat nearly as many wings as John and I -- Snowy ate about 6, John and I each ate around 22.

          Still, Snowfire might have gotten a case of the poots as well...
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          • #6
            Silly loinburger. The trip was only an hour and 45 minutes, although I suppose it comes to about 2 hours when you consider the emergency stop at a gas station for baked beans & chili. Not so bad, eh? Working on some yummy cookies now.

            In any case, at reputable gentlemen's clubs, we have a champagne room. Pronounced cham-paag-nee. I don't have to answer anything about the silly champaigne.
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            • #7
              Snowfire told me he was in pain from that wheelbarrow you got him in earlier

              i thought u were hardcore
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              • #8
                "When we finished consuming our wings we headed over to Busty McKnockers, a reputable gentleman's club, but Snowfire refuses to tell us what happened in the champaigne room."

                I guess "champaigne room" must be high society talk for a whore room.

                Snowfire = PIMP
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                • #9
                  There is absolutely, positively, NO sex in the champagne room.

                  Pics! Pics! Pics!
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                  • #10
                    No sex in the champagne room.
                    John Brown did nothing wrong.

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                      • #12
                        Re: Wutang, I've got a belly full of wings

                        Originally posted by loinburger
                        I just got back from Columbus Ohio ("The Armpit of Ohio"), where I met JohnT and Snowfire for wings and sodas and beers at BW3's. Believe you me, I farted like a racehorse during the entire drive home. I pity poor Snowfire, having to sit in the car with JohnT for over two hours.

                        When we finished consuming our wings we headed over to Busty McKnockers, a reputable gentleman's club, but Snowfire refuses to tell us what happened in the champaigne room.
                        LOL!!!!

                        Hell, I only ate about 25 of the things... we still had some left over when we left BW3's.

                        Btw, I think that the wings you had were the medium wings and the ones that I and Snow attacked were the hot ones... ours were definitely hotter, that's for sure. Sorry, Snow.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by loinburger

                          Snowfire didn't eat nearly as many wings as John and I -- Snowy ate about 6, John and I each ate around 22.

                          Still, Snowfire might have gotten a case of the poots as well...
                          Shiite, I ate more than that. I tackled all of our "flavor" that Snow didn't eat, then started on yours... When food is on the table, I feel a moral imperative to eat.

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                          • #14
                            Columbus Ohio

                            Hey, that's my home town!

                            And the real armpit is Akron.
                            I came upon a barroom full of bad Salon pictures in which men with hats on the backs of their heads were wolfing food from a counter. It was the institution of the "free lunch" I had struck. You paid for a drink and got as much as you wanted to eat. For something less than a rupee a day a man can feed himself sumptuously in San Francisco, even though he be a bankrupt. Remember this if ever you are stranded in these parts. ~ Rudyard Kipling, 1891

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