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Happy Birthday, F-train

It’s been fun hanging out with the 130 pounds of fury these past couple of days. I like that we both both share a bitter hatred that Ugarles is funnier than we are. Jerk. F-train is, of course, a shameless gossip and mercilessly honest, but he is much wiser than his girlish figure would suggest. I’m lucky to know him.

Happy Birthday, Original Assface

(Assface confirming conversation from dinner a couple of days ago:

It was at the Seahorse bar that Dawn Summers remembered why I am the original Assface. I believe the comment that did it was when I said, “You know that normally I wouldn’t defend X.” Dawn kept expecting me to say “…but in this instance” or something similar. Nope. I was just pointing out that I won’t normally defend X. Statements like that make me the original Assface.

Ftrain: Look Dawn, you know I would never defend X.
Everyone is quiet.
Alceste: See, normally there would be a but after that sentence.
Me: Yeah, no. I think he’s done.

7 Responses to “Happy Birthday, F-train”

  1. Casca Says:

    There must have been a roofie in that bottled water Jesus gave you.

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    You’re right, Ugarles isn’t funnier than I am.

  3. F-Train Says:

    Hmm, this isn’t cake… but I guess it’s an acceptable substitute. What would be REALLY great is if a link was thrown in the post to give me the gift of traffic.

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    Happy now?

  5. Gib Says:

    Wait – blog traffic is an acceptable gift? Then why the hell do I keep buying people stuff?

  6. Ugarles Says:

    Best post ever.

    The first paragraph, anyway. Then it got kinda longish and about other people.

  7. Mary Says:

    For god’s sake, get that man some cake!

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