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Papa Khann

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  1. Originally posted by Lars:

    Just back from the Meat Palace. Got,

    2 Apple Butter marinated pork chops

    3 Steakhouse marinated New York strips

    1 Teriyake marinated filet mignon

    1/4 lb Campfire style homemade beef jerky

    1/4 lb BBQ style homemade beef jerky

    and a bone for the dog.

    Now, I know what you're saying. You're saying, "gee, Lars must have spent a fortune on those swine". And you'd be right.

    But remember, somebody else is picking up the beer tab.

    Mwuhahahahaha....

    Ok, so you got me covered. What about the rest of them?

    Papa

  2. Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

    </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />That video has women in it. There would never be women at dalem's house. (Not counting his collection of pictures and life-like dolls, mind you.) Those of us who actually know women would never allow it.

    Well ... KNOW in the sense of being acquainted with ... I mean YOU lot wouldn't be in a position to KNOW women ... in the biblical sense that is ... except Lars perhaps though I'm quite sure that Lady Shary makes him pay through the nose (one way or another).

    Joe </font>

  3. Originally posted by Boo Radley:

    Good looking in comparison with Seanachai, Lars and dalem...

    Uh huh.

    By definition then, you could be called the "slightly less horrific", or perhaps the "not altogether visually repellent" one, right?

    It's hard to argue with the notion that everything in life is relative, Boo. It's even harder to argue with a malignant mouth-breather such as yourself.

    While I'll admit that the competition may not be too stiff at dalem's gatherings, I like to think that I'm merely slumming during these little forays. I just show up, plant a "For Sale Cheap" sign in dalem's front yard, then proceed to entertain myself at their expense while I wait for some unsuspecting cretin to show up with an offer.

    By the way, Boo, why don't you drop by?

    Preferably with your checkbook.

    Papa

  4. The Meat Palace is scheduled for tomorrow morning's run.

    The shrimp were a lucky gift from the gods. Guy was parked across the street at the gas station with a fresh load from Galveston.

    What part of appetizer didn't you understand?

    Let me just make sure I have this straight...

    You just said that you buy your seafood from a guy parked in the lot at a gas station, right?

    I'm sure that for a hillbilly like you buying foodstuffs at the local Gas'n'Go parking lot is the equivalent of having it catered in by Wolfgang Puck himself. I'm a bit skeptical though, Lars.

    The goods you bring from the Meat Palace better arrive at dalem's wrapped and sealed and adorned with some sort of papers proving that they're actually from the Meat Palace, Lars. We don't want anything you killed with the right front tire of your truck or got from one of your innumerable cousins. Clear?

    Papa

  5. Boo, I've left you to your own devices (admittedly dubious logic on my part I'll gladly admit, but at least it kept you out of my hair for a while), and this is what you've come to? Clearly, you've lost even the meager dollop of sense you received at hatching from whatever twisted deity you prostrate yourself before.

    That video has women in it. There would never be women at dalem's house. (Not counting his collection of pictures and life-like dolls, mind you.) Those of us who actually know women would never allow it.

    Papa

  6. Originally posted by Lars:

    Just went and grabbed 3 lbs. of fresh jumbo shrimp. We got appetizers.

    Since they are shrimp, I figure Seanachai can do the peeling and de-veining.

    Lars, you insufferable pillock. We send you on an errand to procure meat, and you come back with crustaceans? I demand that you return to the Meat Palace immediately and procure for me real, actual MEAT. Some beef jerky and a nice juicy pork-chop. Now off with you.

    Half-wit.

    Papa

  7. Originally posted by Marstov:

    ... As a son of a hunting family...

    I'd always suspected you were raised by a family of three-toed sloths. Or perhaps a pack of hyenas.

    During those rare times when your medication has been at full effect and you've stopped bouncing about like a baboon on steriods, I've even found myself wondering if perhaps you weren't raised at all. Maybe you were the product of some bizarre experiment involving cheese curds and yogurt cultures.

    Now we find out you were raised by nothing more exotic than hunters... Again, you disappoint me.

    I suppose they're not only hunters, but conservative right-wing gun nuts in the extreme? (No wait that's dalem... were you by any chance raised by dalem?)

    Papa

  8. Originally posted by Seanachai:

    You need to stop watching 'Welcome to Oz' and fantasizing about how things would be different for you if you were in prison...

    My time owning his sig ends and immediately he lapses into denial...

    Enjoy your sig while you can, little man. Provided Lars can retrieve his cojones for eight to ten hours, we are slated to gather again this Friday.

    I predict your sig will once again be in my keeping before you return home. (Which will no doubt be in the twilight hours of Saturday morn, duly christened "Perkins Late" by those familiar with the color of the sky at that hour).

    Papa

  9. Originally posted by yet another pretender, then quoted by dalem:

    Seanachai had been drinking heavily all night...

    --Comrade Marstov

    Gosh, there's a shocker.

    Hey, Moretoes, I know you're new here and all. Plus you're clearly an idjit.

    However, I feel compelled to mentioned that if you want to relate a story which occurred at a specific point in time, you'll need to time stamp it using something other than Seanachai's propensity to lap up all the available alchohol at dalem's. (Be it Rum, Whiskey, rubbing, or some variety dalem produced accidentally while attempting to mix up a new batch of napalm.) Because that could mean pretty much any night.

    And speaking of the Garden Gnone, where is he indeed? A bet is, after all, a bet. Surely the diminutive one is not planning to weasel out of his obligation...

    After all, it's not like I'm going to serve my 25 days in the detention center alone. Nor do I intend to go without the comforts of home. No indeed. I need my prag! He has to earn me some currency.

    Seanachai! Front and center, lad. You've a pack of smokes to "collect" from a certain one-eared "gentleman" named "Turk".

    And don't forget the sig line.

    Papa

    PS

    Boo is a wanker.

  10. Originally posted by Lars:

    </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Papa Khann:

    The Crazy Frenchman wants to do brunch on Sunday. As an alternative possibility, he also suggested getting together Sunday afternoon.

    Brunch. Sunday. Check.

    Santorini's has a great brunch and bottomless drinks.

    They also carry the football game.

    Or dalem could get us all tickets, of course. </font>

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