Gamucci/Ramos--3/9/11

Aye, the Gathered Faithful:

SixMike

PBo

Fargo

Moniteur

Waco

Abacus

SuperDave

BoyMarlo

Angrus

WarDaddy

Antonio Table

HitMan

THE Bird

MMOB

Dredd

Haywood

SweeperBoy

Silence

HeatMizer

Smokin’ Joe

Cougar

The Rock

OBT

The Thang:

1.       Abacus grabbed the reins for a, for a . . . actually not sure what you call that, other than to say it BURNED—Aye!

2.       CTC (Corner To Corner) Pusherama—went pretty fast in between

3.       Fell in the Mud on Jacob’s Hill—kind of embarrassing

4.       The Bird led us in Six Minutes of Mary—good work!

5.       SuperDave brought some heat on a Randorama—kinda was hating it after a while, so it must have been good

6.   Legorama—featuring the First Responder Squat!!

NakedMan Moleskin:

1.       Update on The Colonel:  Still TU.  Aye.

2.       Kotters:  Angrus, the angry Scotsman returns after a lengthy hiatus.  Careful here, if Dredd provokes him, we all shall suffer.  Welcome Back Brother. 

3.       Dangerous Cocktail:  OK, some of us (ahem) are guilty of Roy Hate, but we are generally careful to couple that with K-Hate.  Keeps a kind of Cackolackian balance—like giving $$$ to both Israel and Egypt.  OBT, envelope pusher that he is, in the midst of some Roy Hate this AM, suddenly sprinkled in some Duke Love too (“hey, I think Wojo  is one of the best assistant coaches in the ACC”).  Careful OBT, that’s a dangerous cocktail you’re mixing Brother.  Hating on Roy is one thing, but loving on Wojo at the same time?  Just warning . . .

4.       Sexual Proclivity is NOT Enough:  Waco, ignoring the admonishment to include size and WEIGHT in the selection process, chose Abacus as his partner—the 75 pound spread hurt him bad Brothers, but pain is the best instructor.  N’est pas?

5.       Emotional Ether:  We have always wondered just  how Silence got his victims under control.  This AM, Dredd hoisted him up on a Buddy Assisted Squat and found the answer—he whispers sweet nothings brothers and does a little ear nibbling too.  Luckily Dredd is immune to such things, but the ladies of the early morning Gloom—probably not.  Aye.