Ministers and Rabbi,
As you probably know, IFS: THE RECONSTRUCTION will be held Saturday the 20th at 9:00am sharp. We should all be ready for a productive meeting - a meeting of rebuilding - so everyone bring $40 cash (or else), some praise/criticism, and your appetites...this is a big meeting, so lets not leave behind a mess for Dotty. In coordination with the IFS Invitational, remember to pack all necessary surf/beach items. Further, the Invitational seems like the perfect setting for the Converse v. Fricker wrestling match: "Chins in the Sand." We should all place bets - MOT, maybe you can organize this. Call me or post if you have any comments or concerns.
Good Flapjack,
The Minister of Coordination and Rousing
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The Great American Chin-Off. Good golly I can't wait. We should have prime rib at Tee-Off that Saturday night. Bernie, you with me on this? C'mon brah. They have the 1951 martini with the anchovy stuffed olive. Aringa-ding-ding.
Hazzah. Im calling the Trifecta, Fricker - 1st, Converse - 2nd, and Dane - 3rd. Fricker's a "nap" to win this thing. Now where do I go to collect my winnings?
If you're rusty on your horse betting lingo check out this wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gambling#Gambling_on_horse_races
is it a question whether or not i want prime rib? is it a question that i'm going to compete in the surf competition?
Bernie the Dark Horse.
Converse, First i'll shred your ass in the ocean and then again on the beach. Remember my chin is where i derive my power. And I'm all chin.
What about a syrup chugging competition? I think thats genius.
I will straight up murder anyone of you in a syrup chugging contest. It goes down easier than mayonaise.
What about a prime rib eating contest at Tee Off? Or how about just going to Tee Off and eating prime rib without competing. You know, just having fun together because we are all such good friends. That would be fun. HOOORRAAYYYY!!!
Sounds good. I've been hankering Tee Off since we last went. Lets do it before Sunday night though...making that dark, depressing drive home on a full belly of raw meat would be extremely brutal.
oh wait, you said saturday night earlier... perfect. and please change your nick name.
Where are Fidel's WMDs?
Mingy are we in Paris?
Booman, say something about Fidel.
I hope he and Julie have a wonderful life together, because once he leaves, we will never see him again. Or our WMDs.
served.