Why is Bermuda’s website weirdal.com? Shouldn’t it be bermuda.com?
The guy was made up as a blintze, a rolled pancake, usually stuffed with fruit compote.
*Originally posted by ren *
**and I always thought the scarriest shit at IHOP was the FOOD!
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Well, you know, I’ve always been fond of pancakes…
Hey! Weird Al kicks ASS!!!
DeathLlama: Send the invitation to the CLOSE PERSONAL FRIENDS OF AL… The address is on weirdal.com. I happen to know for certain that he personally reads everything sent there, unless you send him a parody idea. He hates that. I’ll try to put in a good word for you when I meet him in Lubbock.
I certainly hope Al plays at MY wedding…
Farris **
Dude, thanks. You’re just plain cool in my book.
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I try. 
As for http://www.weirdal.com, it’s Weird Al’s page, but Jon “Bermuda” Schwarz runs it. Bermuda is Al’s drummer.
5 guys strip another guy, write all over him in marker pen, drag him into a public place…
and these, you all assume,
were his * ** friends * ** ???
must be a guy thing.
It is amazing what we will do to our friends, makes you wonder what happens to our enemies doesn’t it?
I know a guy that was stripped naked and hung from a prominent billboard…
Another was stripped to his underwear and chained to a lamp post on our main drag…
I really like the one where the groom to be was plied with drinks to the point of passing out, his friends then had both his legs put into full plaster casts before they tucked him into bed…
*Originally posted by wring *
**5 guys strip another guy, write all over him in marker pen, drag him into a public place…
and these, you all assume,
were his * ** friends * ** ???must be a guy thing. **
You don’t know the half of it, sweetie! Just hsang out in the guy stuff thread…
And the louder you can hsang, the more popular you’ll be! 
Scary shit at IHOP, eh?
I and a couple other friends once did something (inadvertently) at IHOP that must’ve made everyone there piss in their pants.
See, it was the closing night party for our High School production of “Grease”, and after staying up all night to party (and to sample… uh… certain happy-making substances), we went to IHOP for breakfast. Now, keep two things in mind: 1. We still had some of the stage makeup on, and 2. traditional theatre garb is all-black. So the three of us (one of us wearing a black leather trenchcoat) are walking through the restaurant, and EVERYONE in the place is staring at us as if they expect us to pull out submachine guns and start firing.
Did I mention that this was less than two weeks after the Columbine attack…? Oops…