An Doof Ass Speaks!
Faithful Reader:
Only moments ago, a Mr. Adam Wood sent an e-mail to me expressing his immanent return to the States. This can mean two and two things only. Firstly, his beer shakes have become unbearable. Secondly, he wants to stop the international publication of the seminal work Adam Wood is an Doof Ass: An Exposition into the Pysche of a Troubled Youth Lost in the Seas of Denial, Boredom and Peach Schnapps.
Fear not, dear Reader, his crimes will not go un-exposed nor his liver uncirrhosis-ed. While Journal of a Working Boy will surely be what will secure my place in history, I would like to think AWIADAAEITPOATYLITSODBAPS will also find its way into the hearts of humanity. If not for me, for the youth who could learn from Mr. Wood's myriad of life faults.
posted by Working Boy @ 11:47 AM
5 Comments:
Bredemeier, where art thou?
an doof ass is an old Hen House joke. At the gables on night Tad carved into the urnial. Tad Is God. Peter B. on a later occassion say this proclamation and in his drunken state took a bic pen and rephrase it to read "Tad is an doof ass." The rest is hazy history.....
oh thats right... thanks for reminding me
Is the Gables still closed?
The Gables is still closed however someone bought it and is "fixing" it up. No one knows what it will look like when its done, but I believe it is far to say that as we know it the gables is gone.
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