Last Sunday, while he was camping with us, old
Dane Fischer had a birthday. Of course, he didn't say anything. I guess he doesn't want to face the fact that he's one step closer to the Grim Reaper, because let's face it, he is an ancient, decrepit, wrinkly, scrotum of a man now. His nipples are retaining their healthy youthful glow though:
It's probably from all the Yeti love he gets:
But I digress. Happy birthday to you
Dane. The staff here at Dr. Yeti wasn't as prompt as
last year in getting out our well-wishes, so we owe you a bottle of Rebel Yell.
It's probably from all the Yeti love he gets:
But I digress. Happy birthday to you Dane. The staff here at Dr. Yeti wasn't as prompt as last year in getting out our well-wishes, so we owe you a bottle of Rebel Yell.
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supple and ample. i like it.
Done and done.
That a thick mat of chest hair if i've ever seen one.
That's what the Greeks call "taco meat."
Sporting the Tom Selleck look this year? Where's the mustache?
-Medlin
Magnum Yeti
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