Yeh, Horseflesh, if he doesn’t come across with at least a hundred noses, and all those shoes filled with butter, you’d rather burn his dog with a…
We were having Oompahs in the basement the whole time, Officer Sir, and yes, this is my natural haircolor (at least it was a few years ago).
Pssst, SAD, exactly what “whole time” frame are we covering here?
sorry, I meant SAL, of course
This red-head was not chatting it up with him in the corner, I was busy giving Horseflesh a temple message.
<Looks around, oh you meant the other red-head .>
That’s him!
I mean, Yes, he was with us. Drinking.
Ahh, that’s the guy who I saw smuggling the tuna out of the harbor.
Anything else you need to blame on him, I’ll claim for you.
I think he was here, but I’m not sure, because I was trying to chat up the brunette in the other corner, but it wasmt working. I remember hearing his voice, or at lease someone who used sokme of the dame expreffoins as him.
Why mo, I’m niy impared. I cmg still type
You’re the second person (that I know of) who has had an offline epiphany involving my name.
Cool!
Yes, I’m a guy. And it gets even curiouser if you realize that EddyTeddyFreddy is a woman.
Okay, just go ahead and say it! A 1920s rile steth day.
It’s official. My chest is da bomb!
Not that I’m trying to draw attention to it.
I want to thank everyone who vouched for me and stood up for me in my time of need. I’m grateful for my friends. I’m grateful for my comrades. I’m grateful for PayPal …
And just so you know, the reason I asked you to vouch for me did not involve strippers or former Enron executives, it did not involve a rented Cessna or a drunken pilot, it definitely did not involve a mysterious cache of Bat Boy guano surreptitiously spirited out of Cancun and the receipt for a storage locker, written in Cryllic and bearing obscure warnings about Armeggon. I mean, what the heck is that all about? Wish I could remember who gave it to me. Even though it definitely does not involve that either.
SAL!!! Satisfying Andy Licious, man! You’ve been holding out on us! Why haven’t you shared this? You could trust us. And don’t try to deny any connection – why, how can you, when the very website offers us the delights of the blogalicious?
Interesting, but that’s not me. It’s obviously some guy named Andy who is trying to draw attention to his chest. I mean, how pathetic is that?
I knew about ETF. But… um… nice chest… um… dude. 
Thanks, Salem. But if I said I spent all that time chatting up a gorgeous redhead, then I’d really be in trouble.
Glad you liked my chest, though.