Sunday the 21st, it was supposed to be a corpse by days end, the rotting Goose. But it didn't die. It snaked it's way back into our world, fooling us. The paradox of the whole thing was that we were at once thrilled by the predicted demise and troubled by it. Thrilled that the dysfunctional watering hole we had come to despise would dry up but also worried that we were losing a sacred meeting place. Now with brewing uninterrupted we must come to grips with our future:
A) Kulpa will continue to haunt us. 2) Bitter Santa/Sea captain wont stop farting, no brainer. C) The Dwarf is the worst bartender of all time, by far. 4) More talking about the Chiseler's Blago hair will keep getting older. E) Rene is donezo with Goose and everyone in it. 6) Candidate 5 wont stop sexually harassing Becky. 7) Hornings will get repeatedly deep sevened. 8) If someone doesn't smash that piece of shit TV to bits, I will!
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9) terrible, cut-and-run blog post. i thought you were retired. 10) is candidate #5 you or hobbs? 11) i'm surprised you even remember the password to your own blog. 12) kulpa should've finished the job when he had the chance. 13) fail.
You're wrong Brian. That blog was a poignant and pungent paradox as intended. You missed the point, because you've become witless and weirded out from all your pussy blogs. And PTJ is right, I wont stop farting. I hope he continues his blogs, and you end your offensive childishness.
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