permanently scatterbrained:
I said what about "Breakfast at the Molinas?"
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posing like the losers we are
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just like old times
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Reunion 2006
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gearing up to cause death and destruction
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icky gooey plate of 50 wings that tasted as good as it looked
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The hottest Vietnamese Hooters waitress ever
permanently scatterbrained:
"i hate you guys. i've never liked any of you one bit."
permanently scatterbrained:
us and our sweet vietnamese waitress who apparently had never seen The Breakfast Club
permanently scatterbrained:
i dunno what the f is going on here
permanently scatterbrained:
cute girl with our semi-retarded friend
permanently scatterbrained:
sausage party
permanently scatterbrained:
this is not even our waitress
permanently scatterbrained:
chris with dimunitive hooters girl
permanently scatterbrained:
drunken weirdo in north beach acting all seductive because she's getting married this weekend
permanently scatterbrained:
some dude's underwear
permanently scatterbrained:
totally wacked out after dropping acid, exstacy, and smoking some crack rock i found on the ground
permanently scatterbrained:
the cause of - and solution to - all of life's problems.
permanently scatterbrained:
sober and thuggish
permanently scatterbrained:
"listen, you stupid fucks! jack cust is better than albert pujols. you just wait and see!"
permanently scatterbrained:
another gay duet of "you don't bring me flowers"
permanently scatterbrained:
rocking the mic to "Hey Hennessey", a gin blossoms b-side dedicated to San Francisco Giants future superstar Brad Hennessey
permanently scatterbrained:
i don't know anyone else who can honestly say they've had underwear thrown at them while singing karaoke.
permanently scatterbrained:
"good news, guys: in case anyone wants to join us, there are 17,000 tickets left for tonight's Giants game."
permanently scatterbrained:
Hanging out with Pedro Gomez, whom I assume is living in a gutter somewhere in the Midwest now that Barry Bonds has retired