Og’s first name is Ken, according to a personalized license plate I saw a couple of days ago. “KEN OG” is what it said. I just thought all of you would like to know.
Funny, I always thought it was Angus.
Ken must be an Angus wannabe.
I thought he just went by his first initial, D. Og.
You misunderstood the plate:
“Ken” means “understand”. I.e., the owner understands Og. (Although it can also mean “see”, so perhaps someone has being seeing Og and needs to adjust his medication.)
Og’s first name is known only to Cecil, and he says it only once a year, in the room with the primary server.
No. It’s Orville. Orville Gunderstadtler. OG’s Press Secretary was a horrid speller so he just used the initials.
What gets me is this Ken idiot is most likely trying to say he’s O.G. Which is really just sad. Please tell us he was in a Festiva or Yugo or something.
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OG KEN! OG SMASH! OG SMASH KEN! OG! OG! OG!
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Or perhaps it’s Barbie’s car, and she thinks her ex-boyfriend underwent apotheosis (or apoogosis)?
Chevy Impalla. White one. Sorry.
I always thought it was Fertheluvva…
I’ve always heard it is Andy
Andy walks with me,
Andy talks with me,
As you might expect, he’s The Greatest Salesman in the World.
Maybe Ken OGed.
“How did he go to the bathroom?”
[sub]A virtual cookie to the first to get the reference.[/sub]
Billy Bletcher, little man with a big voice, who was a fixture in the “Our Gang” series, played a character named “Frank Ogg” (two g’s) in one of the last acting roles of his career, in an ep of “Get Smart.” Ironically, Bletcher supplied the voice of the giant in the “Our Gang” short “Mama’s Little Pirate,” although it mainly consisted of a lot of humming with one big “A-HAAAA!”
About what year? I’m going to be on the lookout for this car.
Damn you, Nic2004! That was my joke!
I often see food products labelled “Og Trans Fat.” I often wonder what that means.
I thought Og was like Madonna, or that Omarosa chick…
Dunno; it looked like a late model—I can’t tell one from the other anymore. I saw this thing on Park Blvd—we were headed east and it made a right turn (south) onto 66th street; right in front of the campus. I THINK it wasn’t a Florida plate, but I couldn’t get close enough to be certain. I am sure of what it said, though.
On an unrelated car note, today I saw a 1947 DeSoto; the guy driving it swore it was a one owner car. He told me it belonged to his 91 year old grandmother, who bought it new and could no longer drive it. It wasn’t cherry by any means, but it sure looked good: great big hunk a chunk of Detroit iron like they used to make 'em.