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  1. whatta dame.

    by , 07-03-2009 at 01:22 PM (Beer, Brats and Babes.... The life of Dennis.)
    she shifted silently
    on top of the seat
    shed sauntered so
    elegantly towards
    earlier in the evening

    as empty as that bottle
    of beer in front of her
    she knew shed find
    a sucker to which
    shed empty the next
    bottle or two from.

    as the cigarette dangled
    between her fingers, just
    inches from her face,
    she laughed a coy laugh,
    not really even hearing his words,
    just watching ...
  2. Just a random thought.

    by , 06-21-2009 at 06:43 PM (Beer, Brats and Babes.... The life of Dennis.)
    This thread got me to thinking:

    And in an effort not to clog that thread with my ****, I thought I'd put down my thoughts here ... enjoy?

    I'm 32 years old. I live hard, drink hard, and won't be around for another 10 years. I'm not gonna waste anyone's money by going to the hospital and prolong my life.

    In those 32 ...
  3. television and rice

    by , 06-14-2009 at 11:23 PM (Beer, Brats and Babes.... The life of Dennis.)
    by me
    @ 9:19 pm


    she brings me my steak
    that was ordered a while ago
    she has a smile that aggravates me
    places the plate on the table
    in front of me

    she leaves no silverware
    no napkins
    no spices
    just a dusting of salt
    that has sat
    inside the shaker
    for a who knows how long

    there is a television in the background
    with Travolta playing foil to ...
  4. And the beard stays ....

    by , 06-07-2009 at 03:09 AM (Beer, Brats and Babes.... The life of Dennis.)
    I thought about shaving the hockey beard before the game ... and then decided I'd shave it if we lost.

    We won. It stays...

    For some reason, it's not letting me post the pic.

    Updated 06-07-2009 at 03:24 AM by DennisDubay

  5. Nothing is ever easy that means so much.

    by , 06-06-2009 at 06:00 PM (Beer, Brats and Babes.... The life of Dennis.)
    Its not the large things that send a man to the madhouse. Death hes ready for ........

    Smoldering deep inside my soul I fight to contain a semblence of discretion. I don't want to be that fan. You know the fan I'm talking about. The blind fan that sees nothing positive going on, only chaos around him. I don't want to be the fan that complains loudly to whoever will listen that the officiating has been ripe of dog ****. I don't want to wish Gary Bettman harm in the way of a prison ...
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