Bye, Mr. Furley | I love me some boxing
Our esteemed landlord here at Apartment 201 has moved on to that great bachelor pad in the sky. We'll miss you, Mr. Furley, and your utterly foppish ways whilst sipping whiskey at The Regal Beagle.
We'll miss you, Ralph. Someone said today you used to be a sheriff's deputy in some small redneck village. How interesting.
Meanwhile, Fernando Vargas, despite talking serious smack on Rome's show this week, done got his face beat in like a mofo.
"Maybe it's a tumor."
"IZ NOTTA TUMAH!"
Comments
You look so sad in that picture in the right column!
Posted by: mark | February 26, 2006 09:51 PM
Which one, they come out randomly
Posted by: tim | February 26, 2006 11:32 PM
ow ow ow!
Posted by: L | March 2, 2006 09:15 PM