Isn't being the Champion of Cornholing kinda like being the Captain of Team Diarrhea or having someone say to you, "You are the second prettiest girl at this gun show"?
Isn't being the Champion of Cornholing kinda like being the Captain of Team Diarrhea or having someone say to you, "You are the second prettiest girl at this gun show"?
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Well I don't think anyone (male or female) would want to hear "You're the prettiest girl at the cornhole championship."
Nice point, Tard. Are you writing this from Budapest?
Suddenly, all I can hear is the sound of banjos and "You shore gotta purdy mouf." *shudder*
No, from, um, my union-mandated lunch break. That's right.
Got back from Danube-swollen (but otherwise lovely) Budapest on Sunday.
So, I assume the dilettantes are entering?
Tante - look at the date -- it was last night >sigh< -- a day late and a cornhole short...
If I had a nickel....
Sad, but it gives us something to aim for next year.
Upon closer inspection of the photo, (yes, I enlarged it), I notice they served "Red Strip" beer along with the Jerk Chicken at this soiree'.
Somewhere, a Marley is weeping. I feel it.
Ri - Wetting pants over the Red Strip and Jerk Chicken...made me go back and look and noticed that grandprize is one word. Cornolers are not grammarians, is what I think our takeaway is from this.
No, "Red Strip" is the cheap knock-off of Red Stripe made by a Chinese-owned chemical plant in Belize.
Grandprize was probably a Comy Discmon.
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