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That is all.

Pinstripe pants? That’s the worst you saw? My friend, I was witness to all the bad fashion statements, including leg warmers and poor choices of color mix. Boggles the mind, fries the eyes.

But hey, I was in the land of assiette grecque (and sandwiche grec, and Cote d’Or, and so on) so I forgave the natives.

I was reflecting on two years of bad jokes and the like. This post is important because it will most likely influence everything else posted on here (at least concerning terminology).

You see, we’ve created a highly-coveted award called the Manatee Award. This award is as rare as the legendary manatee. Not every motherfucker can have it.

Now, some of the lucky recipients (and believe me there ain’t many!) are lulled into a false sense of manatee safety.

It does not exist.

As FatMans will tell you in a future post, the Klein Holland bar turned into Klein Coqq and had its award revoked this weekend.

What did it get in exchange?

A very uncoveted Panatee Admonishment.

Better than Saturnz return.

Just got back from a few non-pue days in Europe, where good food and brown pin-striped pants reigned supreme.

There wasn’t a single WTF moment there, beyond the brown pin-striped pants. What drives a man to wear such things?

Babaloué.

Take that, take that, take that!

I just want to say pue dawg to y’all and am looking forward to the great taste of Ro-tel!