FixedAnd when he shows up I will hammer him with that email that was posted earlier.
So here we are, two of MSDs fine men, once preened for greatness in the halls of Carswell; once knocking down the Ivy Tower once, to be... our legends. The kind you could have a guffaw with, a snort of whiskey and if your mind was right a sniff of Caturday's blend.
Men. Ah yes, this Townie, this upstart. This MAN. The beard, the brains, the bicycle. Today, a true man is hard to come by. Certainly, not in this micro pressed, millennial obsessed, internet age could a modern day Ernie Hemingway grab our necks, snap our backs and say, "You! Come with me!" The journey will be rough young sons. There will be tears. But trust in the greatness of our hypnotic angel headed hipster, our heroic Heisenberg of hype. Could this be the day of the gentle genius?
And in walked the starry dynamo. Rj wore the scars of a apex predator long forgot. Like an ancient lion cast from his pride. The days of slinking in, getting in and devouring that sweet Monica are gone old friend. Did the wiley old lion have a few licks left in him before that shadow whom no one escapes devoured young Ricky for good? His first rounds were aggressive, unsure but slowly he found his footing. He staggered like a punch drunk boxer But he fought not only young Townie, he fought time, space and dignity. He landed blows against a defenseless kitten. He mangled his prey. This wasn't man versus boy. That would be more humane.
The king retired; the High Flying Fast Talking Huntington Hebrew is our victor. Yet, he vanished. "Like that, he's gone"
But is he really...
While we celebrate on the beach of OGB, a world free of RJ. Perhaps that old lion stalks from the shadows preparing to land a knockout blow against LK.
So here we are, two of MSDs fine men, once preened for greatness in the halls of Carswell; once knocking down the Ivy Tower once, to be... our legends. The kind you could have a guffaw with, a snort of whiskey and if your mind was right a sniff of Caturday's blend.
Men. Ah yes, this Townie, this upstart. This MAN. The beard, the brains, the bicycle. Today, a true man is hard to come by. Certainly, not in this micro pressed, millennial obsessed, internet age could a modern day Ernie Hemingway grab our necks, snap our backs and say, "You! Come with me!" The journey will be rough young sons. There will be tears. But trust in the greatness of our hypnotic angel headed hipster, our heroic Heisenberg of hype. Could this be the day of the gentle genius?
And in walked the starry dynamo. Rj wore the scars of a apex predator long forgot. Like an ancient lion cast from his pride. The days of slinking in, getting in and devouring that sweet Monica are gone old friend. Did the wiley old lion have a few licks left in him before that shadow whom no one escapes devoured young Ricky for good? His first rounds were aggressive, unsure but slowly he found his footing. He staggered like a punch drunk boxer But he fought not only young Townie, he fought time, space and dignity. He landed blows against a defenseless kitten. He mangled his prey. This wasn't man versus boy. That would be more humane.
The king retired; the High Flying Fast Talking Huntington Hebrew is our victor. Yet, he vanished. "Like that, he's gone"
But is he really...
While we celebrate on the beach of OGB, a world free of RJ. Perhaps that old lion stalks from the shadows preparing to land a knockout blow against LK.
Maybe if Townie had ever gotten laid by a woman who shaved her legs or armpits he wouldn't be so upset......
And then there were none.
did townie quit again?
Who has quit more: townie or bkf?
Not sure, but BKF should definitely lose some points for his tendency to delete his bullshit so he can't be held accountable for it when he shows back up.
He couldn't even stay away for 2 days.