We all have our talents. Silent Bob passes a paper towel like Lebron, Pastor coats a French fry in salt like he's spray tanning our First Lady, and Ant-ny is late. But there are some weeks where, although much fun was had, reading these posts is like watching flies fuck (credit George Carlin).
Speaking of, in our education section, the unofficial and completely made up meaning of the acronym CRC is Crazy Russian Chic.
The whereabouts of Glen's original Table 14 shirt are unknown. Pastor had it last which means it's probably in Mexico with Tom Brady's jersey.
The most energetic moments at the table were produced by a lengthy "discussion" between Ant-ny and Pastor about an extension that Pastor had asked Ant-ny for in selling his property. Ant-ny dug back to his days on the gang and narcotics task force, leering at Pastor, attempting to intimidate him into submission on the issues at hand. When Ant-ny finally had Pastor on the ropes, Pastor attempted to talk sense into him saying, "Look, kid. You know I always just want to help you get ahead," to which Ant-ny replied, "I'd have thought you'd be able to give better head after your 103 years of existence." Our phone calls to determine how Ant-ny would know this went unreturned. Ant-ny comported himself in a manner so menacing and terrorizing--with such unabashed savagery--that later in the week, Pastor had no recollection of the incident. During an exclusive phone interview with the Table 14 Bugle, Pastor summarized his deductive assessment of the episode as, "Hey! I drink, and I forget."
In closing, the Table 14 mantra of the week is: "Well, la-di-frickin' da! We've got ourselves a writer here!"
Great as always 😎
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