Drunken revelry here at SoSG Headquarters™, where Smonk ripped it up with the Sons one last time before heading his way out to Mr. F. We Sons are sorry to see Smonk go, but happy that he's finally off the payroll (his therapy sessions alone were giving our benefits department fits). So enjoy, Mr. F, and congratulations on a well-earned Smonkstakes!
(And we apologize for the pungent smell of Glenlivet--which apparently does not come out with dry cleaning, no matter what story your cleaners gives you. What a waste of $14.95.)
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Nice work, Mr F! Check him straight into rehab when he gets to you. Don't even let him out of the package, just get into the car and drive straight there
Hoo boy! imagine the stench inside that package after 5 days of smonkey whiskey shits
Congrats to Mr. F and Smonk. This has been a long time coming! And kudos to Orel for cultivating his taste in fine scotch ;~))xx
SMONK!!!!!!
Snoopstakes!
Didn't Mrs. Orel get Snoopy a Dodgers batting helmet at one point?
Iirc, the batting helmet was a piece of schwag that just happened to be the appropriate size.
Will Smonk arrive with the batting helmet?!
Sorry, Mr. F, he just stole it from Snoopy for the photo op.
Like Smonk, I often wear a helmet when drinking. Better safe than sorry! (Or, more accurately in my life: better safe, then sorry!)
There is a head protection joke in there somewhere that is more appropriate to the Nerd thread...
I think my smonk is still engorged.
*steals smonks bottle*
*runs off with snoopy*
Your Smonk is showing, Jason.
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