. . . you can dance right through your life. What a feeling! (I can really have it all.)
Pretty sure the above is the pop cultural Photoshopping genius of GMW, but this one was found on The Onion.
In other news, not much in the way of baked goods on Monday Night's menu, but still a few slots open. Send your Cafe 641 suggestions now and join Brady's (panties-in-a) Bundchen Munch and Bellichoke's Famous 4th Down DUMB-plings.
4 comments:
I don't condone trash cooking this week. I'm rolling completly old school hardcore this week. Nothing but respect flyin in the Dome and it'd time to make way for the big boys to play. This will separate the men from the boys. Bill Belichick even said the real season doesn't even begin until after Thankgiving. This is the MATCHUP OF THE YEAR. C'mon Chef, get your head in the game. You don't want to end up on the "C'mon man" segment.
Jacob: That was my comment, it doesn't seem to be working right.
Jake, are you the New Orleans delegate of the No Fun League? Are you suggesting no menu this week? Are you opposed to a modified ken doll, still in its original Cry-Brady packaging, being prepared for Monday Night? Are you offended by an over-sized gris gris doll-likeness of Belichoke in an off-the-shoulder-Flash Dance-sweatshirt?
Kevin's "What the Faulk?" Split Pea Soup
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