Dudes, I need your addresses so you can see how big my kids are now, on a card, and think to yourself - "Holy crap, if that's how big they are, then imagine the size of Tischler!"
You're correct, my kids are bigger and I'm enormous, like a bald Sasquatch roaming the Northlands. It's a good thing I moved to a bigger city because I need the terrain to sustain my size... or perhaps I'm like a goldfish and only got this big because I moved to bigger terrain. It's God's Country up here, nothin' but salmon and orcas as far as the eye can see and at night, if you listen closely, you can hear the wolves savaging local cattle. *Please send me your address*, I swear to god I'll write it down in permanent marker this time if dudes promise not to move. Also, if The Dudes pick up a chick I would really encourage you to consider changing your name to The Aristocrats!. That is the best idea I've ever had that wasn't implemented. Have a wonderful holiday and please, all I want for Hanukah is your address. You've got 7 nights left to comply. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Dudes Futsal" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/dudes-futsal?hl=en.
