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Moe's Tavern Shopper - Spring 2002 - Vol. 6a By Natasha
I Was Workin' After the Game, Too. Not, like, at my office or anything, but I was trying to recruit Tom for the next edition of Moe's. And I think I made progress. I got the whole dirty story about his team -- geez oh pete's, it's like Days of Our Lives over there. Everyone is sleeping with everyone else, and plotting against one another, and trying to swap babies. He's getting pretty sick of it. I told him he definitely needs to come to Moe's, because we're so unlike a soap opera we don't even use soap. Although Marty is my long lost twin and I'm actually Moe's father.
The Guy on the Other Team I Hid From
Sleevehead: A One-Man Shopper of Quotes.
Elaborating on his near-maiming of Julie: "The worst part is we were both going for the ball and she tells me to take it. And I gave it right back to her." Watching Terry fix the net: "What, is he using an arc-welder out there?" On the pads controversy: "I could sleep on those pads. Those pads are bigger than my twin bed." After the game: "I'll tell Baldy you guys said thanks." I second what Moe said. We rock. I have no fear of our opponents. Those guys yesterday were pretty good, but we held them to, like, three shots in the first half. We just need to maintain that momentum. Also, if necessary, I have no qualms accidentally beating the crap out of that one guy. Except it means touching him. One slight potential problem is that I have to attend a wedding in New York on the weekend of the finals. But I talked to Tom, who apparently maintains a database of plane schedules in his head, and he seems to think I can make it back in time. I may be a bit hung over and be humming "Precious and Few" or "We are Family", but I'll be there. -nj out
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