ESQ wrote: ↑Thu Sep 12, 2019 4:16 pm
This thread is bumping, like the Dude in the alley behind the Astoria with Rosey Rottencrotch's makeup mirror covered in blow while hiding out from Cst Anne Drennan.
I don’t think it’s a makeup mirror. I think Dude booted it off some guys truck in the DTES.
“I don’t care what you and some other poster were talking about”
ESQ wrote: ↑Thu Sep 12, 2019 4:16 pm
This thread is bumping, like the Dude in the alley behind the Astoria with Rosey Rottencrotch's makeup mirror covered in blow while hiding out from Cst Anne Drennan.
ESQ wrote: ↑Thu Sep 12, 2019 4:16 pm
This thread is bumping, like the Dude in the alley behind the Astoria with Rosey Rottencrotch's makeup mirror covered in blow while hiding out from Cst Anne Drennan.
Keep it up, fellas... before The Husker cornholes these types of posts at the end of training camp.
For an outta towner tri-city man - Blob seems to know every seedy and sordid nook and cranny of the downtown Vancouver core i.e. - the Dufferin, Astoria, Cobalt like the back of his hand. Ya just know that ole Doyles McKenzie has dipped his wart covered cone into some nasty swamp ass resembling that of Bianca Andreescu’s Mom
Chef Boi RD wrote: ↑Thu Sep 12, 2019 5:10 pm
For an outta towner tri-city man - Blob seems to know every seedy and sordid nook and cranny of the downtown Vancouver core i.e. - the Dufferin, Astoria, Cobalt like the back of his hand. Ya just know that ole Doyles McKenzie has dipped his wart covered cone into some nasty swamp ass resembling that of Bianca Andreescu’s Mom
Hargraves is definitely a colourful personality with a colourful past. However he isn’t the mouthwash swilling, shadow boxing, rock smoking mess that now calls himself a Chef. Chef... his idea of making spaghetti is some veneer noodles in a box slathered with ketchup and velveeta slices melted on top. A real Chef here folks... I used to trip over the Chef’s carcass when heading downtown to party and he’d tell me that his dry walling gig was on its way up and that he scored some new clients. Looking at the impetigo on his grill and the bruises all over his chicken limbs, he wasn’t scoring new clients unless he meant the sketchy hookers he was wrasslin’ with. I’d always give him a high five and tell him to hang in there and he’d wish me a Merry Christmas even if it was July.
“I don’t care what you and some other poster were talking about”
Chef Boi RD wrote: ↑Thu Sep 12, 2019 5:10 pm
For an outta towner tri-city man - Blob seems to know every seedy and sordid nook and cranny of the downtown Vancouver core i.e. - the Dufferin, Astoria, Cobalt like the back of his hand. Ya just know that ole Doyles McKenzie has dipped his wart covered cone into some nasty swamp ass resembling that of Bianca Andreescu’s Mom
The Cobalt was a fun place back in the day. the other two I didn't get to nearly as often.
When traveling in Singapore, I was at a high end hotel that did laundry. My Cobalt t-shirt came back pressed, starched and wrapped - I kept it like that for years.
Chef Boi RD wrote: ↑Thu Sep 12, 2019 5:10 pm
For an outta towner tri-city man - Blob seems to know every seedy and sordid nook and cranny of the downtown Vancouver core i.e. - the Dufferin, Astoria, Cobalt like the back of his hand. Ya just know that ole Doyles McKenzie has dipped his wart covered cone into some nasty swamp ass resembling that of Bianca Andreescu’s Mom
Hargraves is definitely a colourful personality with a colourful past. However he isn’t the mouthwash swilling, shadow boxing, rock smoking mess that now calls himself a Chef. Chef... his idea of making spaghetti is some veneer noodles in a box slathered with ketchup and velveeta slices melted on top. A real Chef here folks... I used to trip over the Chef’s carcass when heading downtown to party and he’d tell me that his dry walling gig was on its way up and that he scored some new clients. Looking at the impetigo on his grill and the bruises all over his chicken limbs, he wasn’t scoring new clients unless he meant the sketchy hookers he was wrasslin’ with. I’d always give him a high five and tell him to hang in there and he’d wish me a Merry Christmas even if it was July.
Anyone remember Jake Rambo? That dude was fuckin trippin... He used to shadow box while jogging in full football gear all around burnaby and lougheed mall areas.
Chef Boi RD wrote: ↑Thu Sep 12, 2019 5:10 pm
For an outta towner tri-city man - Blob seems to know every seedy and sordid nook and cranny of the downtown Vancouver core i.e. - the Dufferin, Astoria, Cobalt like the back of his hand. Ya just know that ole Doyles McKenzie has dipped his wart covered cone into some nasty swamp ass resembling that of Bianca Andreescu’s Mom
The Cobalt was a fun place back in the day. the other two I didn't get to nearly as often.
When traveling in Singapore, I was at a high end hotel that did laundry. My Cobalt t-shirt came back pressed, starched and wrapped - I kept it like that for years.
Classic ole Doyle upstairs at the Astoria after a Canucks game with his sweaty red apple face from a night on the glass dick trying to muster up a boner that ain’t there while a transgender hooker works madly at it while his buddy’s are working the rock into the pipe watching and waiting there turn.
Should we take this time to discuss the Genius of Jim Benning, Docs on the money 1-2 year prediction and Doyles on going weight issue and height shrinking, not to mention the expanding real estate of his bald spot?