... but I've got this prime spot in the Muddy that allows you to see both tv screens and get a pitcher from the bar without leaving your seat. C'mon guys, help me out. We could do this in shifts, just leave a comment as to when you'll be around today to at least allow me to go downstairs and y'know.
And hey, if you're from India and you can't read my plea, I'll write in Hindi for you: दम्मित, जुस्त गेट तो थे मुद्द्य ऎंड ग्रब अ सात!
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I'm afraid I checked the Muddy, and can only conclude that you went permanently "downstairs" to "y'know" it to excess, because you were nowhere to be seen last night mr. stool sitter.
shux, give the kid a break... what a beeyOOtiful stool, after all!!!
After reading this a few times, I finally got what you were talking about. Especially the "y'know" part. I was like, no! I don't know! But then I imagined myself in the Muddy and realized what downstairs means. But my muddy looks different than your muddy. Less sterile and cold. Maybe it changes interior design during the day?
Co-capt, I've had enough of your jive. So what if I don't own an umbrella and wear fancy clothes?! Next time I see you coaching third base I'm overrunning the bag, you hear me? Overrunning all the way to The MUDDY!
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