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A sign the Apocalypse is upon us.
During halftime of one of the MANY flag football games I helped officiate yesterday in Bridgeport, my fellow refs got into a discussion of the meaning of the word "Ambrosia." Don't ask. The choices:
1. A fruity salad with whipped cream.
2. A 70s band (my choice) which led to a brief rendition of "That's how much I feel - feel for you, baby."
3. A drink of a Greek god (an elected official's choice)
4. Something to do with men's personal hygienic grooming.
12 comments:
Look at all that trash on the ground by the copper's tent. Disgusting. Don't those guys have any respect?
gay
PIGS!!!
That dog's better lookin' than some of the girls you have been posting.
Skippy, Did you and the girls also talk about interior decorating? Glad you had a good time playing grab ass.
I like hwhipped cream.
Unmitigated gayness- ALL of yous need to surrender your man cards for a period of no less than 30 days.
That's gay with a capital G!
I'll try to ungay that a little but, this one is going to be tought to overcome.
Ambrosia reminds me of warm, sweet nookie.
Nom
The "elected official" is correct- knowing that isn't gay but, the conversation sure was.
I could never associate myself with such forms of gaydom
Fruity? Got that part right at least
Barry, you needed to gay this blog up a bit.
thanks baby
wow! are you people all have a gay-phobia? WTF?
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