Author Topic: Hey SOB... (Read 372 times)

AKDejaVu · « **on:** April 19, 2001, 03:15:00 PM »

You gonna be in town next week? If so.. I'll take ya to the Roadhouse. You wouldn't recognize it.

E-mail me (yes I use my real e-mail addy in the above link).

AKDejaVu

SOB · « **Reply #1 on:** April 19, 2001, 05:58:00 PM »

Mail sent

Brat · « **Reply #2 on:** April 19, 2001, 06:06:00 PM »

Virus sent

=oP

AKDejaVu · « **Reply #3 on:** May 01, 2001, 01:48:00 PM »

Hey SOB... I can't believe you are going this long without free food and beer.

Hurry up and pick up those tax forms

Any more delay will be met with a scathing letter to Fatty notifying him of serious FDB by-law violations.

AKDejaVu

skernsk · « **Reply #4 on:** May 01, 2001, 02:51:00 PM »

SOB...free beer....get on it

SOB is not a beer lover Deja. He detests the stuff so instead he drinks copious quantities of Jack Daniels and something he refers to as Dr. Pepper.

So since he hates beer we get to laugh at him on a regular basis. He also aint man enough to drink 'ol Tennesee Jack straight from the bottle as it was meant so he is a popsicle. Therefore SOB = FDB squad squeak. He basically cooks and cleans for us

My only question is if he hates beer and doesn't drink it....how did he get so fat?

SOB · « **Reply #5 on:** May 02, 2001, 03:55:00 AM »

Sorry about Skernsk Dejavu, he must've chewed through his rope again. He's normally stationed under Fatty's desk so that he's always in place to perform his 'duties'. I'll be sure that Animal beats him severely and ties him back up.

It should be any day now...I hope! I'm waiting to hear the good or bad news

I think I'll call mr tax man tomorrow and bug him a bit!

SOB