Friday, April 13, 2007
Meanest. Email. Ever!
Monz girds up for his band's hot gig tonight at a north burb pub renown for its burgers and beer with a lunch of two chicago style hot dogs, no onions, and a small chocolate shake, from Fratello's. But not before a parting shot to the EIC, whose attempt to follow Monz' munificient advice didn't work out quite as planned.
Monz girds up for his band's hot gig tonight at a north burb pub renown for its burgers and beer with a lunch of two chicago style hot dogs, no onions, and a small chocolate shake, from Fratello's. But not before a parting shot to the EIC, whose attempt to follow Monz' munificient advice didn't work out quite as planned.
Don't be blamin' me, Playa'! ! I told you to call her and ask her out, not to goof out! If she doesn't call, I advise you to sign up . . . for Lunch!!(Monz' reference to Lunch is a nod to a certain culinary-centric dating service which frequently confuses lunch with dinner, or so we're told):
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