• Post Type: Backblast
  • When: 12/26/2019
  • AO: The Pub
  • QIC: Montross
  • FNG's:
  • PAX: Dirt, Stroganoff, Roscoe, Stinky Bird, JJ, Oompa Loompa

There seems to be an on-going rivalry between the fleet-footed men of The Pub and the ground-pounders of FIAblow…I mean Diablo Sammich. General taunting from Whoopee and his gang of hoodlum elves seems to be a weekly thing! However, I was pleased to see the open invitation to join the ‘sumbritches’ from FIAblow…I mean Diablo….for breakfast at Waffle House.

The men from FIAblow…oops, darn it….Diablo pulled the velcro tight on their bright white New Balance orthopedics and mall-walked to Waffle House. 5 of the 7 HIMs from the Pub ran mostly uphill in freezing temps at a brisk pace to meet up with those ‘sumbritches’ for some fellowship, food, and drink.

It should be noted that head elf Whoopee’s jukebox selectiins started off as, shall we say, questionable. Fortunately, he listened to Boudin (the smart one from FIAblow…oops, gosh, I mean Diablo) and quit playing songs off his daughter’s Ipod.

I am still curious why they made the runners sit in the corner booth, segregated from the mutha ruckers. I suppose all of our manliness and handsome good looks were just too intimidating. We’ll try not to be so awesome next time Whoopee. Thanks for the invite though!

Announcements: convergence 12/28, rsvp for the Christmas party

-Montross