What are you, oh "The Lunch Club?" Are you a rival, intent on subverting our membership, our PILC auction funding, and our souls? Are you a friend - someone for us to call upon when times are tough and only the sympathies of an alternate midday-eating themed website can bring us the solace we need? Perhaps you are the the demented red-headed stepson of TLG, raised in a cabin in the woods by wolves which now harbors a vendetta against mankind?
A brief stop over by the clubhouse makes clear the simple purpose "To make friends and forge community." But then why would John, a 34-year-old, ostensibly from the Upper West Side, call both the vibe, as well as the quality of the people unique - indeed "down-to-earth, cordial, and diverse?" Something's not right here. Something's not right at all. Beware the machinations of Cobracow!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Friend... or Foe???
Posted by TBB_Blogger at 8:44 PM
Labels: awesome, cobracow, Enemies of TLG, food blogs, Friends of TLG, not awesome
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Redheads are going extinct.
seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/living/2002266852_redhair09.html
They also feel more pain (maybe the two are connected).
news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/2329313.stm
I for one am going to appreciate Dan while he's around. We are the last of a dying race. Dan, will you father my (redheaded) children?
Just remember, everyone misses the dodo.
But few mourn the passing of the cobrado. Flightless, but it had nasty, sharp pointy teeth.
Guess now is about as good a time as any to let you guys know that the red hair isn't natural. Sorry Jen, lost a bet when I was four, and have been paying the price ever since.
Cobracow bathes in the blood of redheads...
There's only one way to prove yourself, Dan. Show us the rug doesn't match the drapes. Today. Lombardi's.
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