And the winner is... DAVID ESTOYE. Yes, David Estoye has won the exclusive and much sought after prize of a lunch with and on David Estoye. David, congratulations on your win. Maybe you two will bond over lunch and a strong friendship built on mutual respect and admiration will come of it. If nothing else, you'll have now figured out that I am not a copywriter. or am i just trying to throw you off my pickled scent? did someone just spray perfume???
Someone give me that damn brief. I've got nothing better to do than hang out on this blog. Damn project managers. Brief I say. Brief! And when I say brief I mean BRIEF. Cut it down. Distile the good. Be still my heart. Heaven in a nutshell. Heaven in a nutsack. Joel is good. Joel is God. Joel is G-D. Joel is an eater and a beater. David is a sneaker-wearing man amongst men who honestly has more intellect and smarts and creativity then nearly anyone else in the building. serious that. respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. G-d's honest.
no i'm not duckworth. no i'm not burkhardt. too bad she's not around anymore. no i'm not dixon. no i'm not dow. no i'm not ross. no i'm not picarello. no i'm not liss. no i'm not glover.
come on david, i'm typing. you can discover my identity in one of two ways: possibly by walking around the office and discovering me as i type which assumes i'm in the office which i may not be, or asking me twenty-questions which i am now honor bound to answer.
NOT! hahahaha! but wait, there's more. this is the 299th comment. Surely a mark has been set. A benchmark revealed. The person who posts the 300th comment which comes after this one for those who are a bit slow will get a free dunkin donut munchkin which they will find inside david's drawer. but seriously folks and chixs. the winner will get a steak and shake from the great steak and shake rattle and roll company compliments of mr. estoye my betrothed love god. and personal savior. amen. hallelouyah. peach be with you my brothas. dancing fools be with you too. cause it ain't nothin like stealth disco round these parts. FAST FLYING WONDER BREAD ATTACK! FAST FLYING WONDER BREAD ATTACK! I can't believe this next post will bring us to the 300 mark! HOLY HALLALOUYAH! HOLY HOLLALOUYAH! BUY THIS MAN A DRINK!!!!!!!!!! david, thats the ticket. that's it. the winner doesn't get a munchkin and they don't get no steak and shake. they get a drink of their choice at the bar of their choosing. ON YOU. that's right bud, your treat, or maybe you can get chrisman to cover the tab. on with the comment and on with the blog. this is the greatest day of my life! 300 baby!!! 3-f'ing-hundred!!!! woop! woop! yahooooooooooooooo
houston, we have contact. or since dean's picture is in ny you pronounce houston like houston not like houstin. more like howston. HOWS TON? How is Ton anyway? Doing well I hope. Doing fine. Dandy. Dandy Dogood. Dandy Darling Dogood. Dandy dancing darling dogood. Dip! Dip! Dip! Joel love the dip!
hit the road jack and don't you come back. no more no more no more no more. as much as i want to stay away i just can't. my fingers keep leading me over here. it's all i can think of, other than beer! and deer! and bull steer! and now a tiny bit 'o' fear for jelly donut schmear.
Elvis is leaving the building. This time it might be for good. Cold Turkey didn't work last times, but this time we hope for it. No more hearing from me if I can keep my clamy palms away. I hope. I pray. Didn't I have anything better to do today? At least I'm still getting pay!
Ask me 20 questions or make the next post all about me, or never hear from me again. Don't you want to hear from me? We'll see... I wait with bait breath.
damn! foyled again. you got me to post without A) asking me 20 questions, or B) making the next blog post about me. HOWEVER YOU ARE HEREBY GIVEN THE BENIFAT OF THE DOUBT because the next blog post has not yet been posted. I can only assume it will be about me. Love you Brad. (is that supposed to mean love you, brad as in i am brad, or love you brad as in i love brad). scratch your head in confusion bbut don't give yourself a contusion.
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 336 of 336And the winner is... DAVID ESTOYE. Yes, David Estoye has won the exclusive and much sought after prize of a lunch with and on David Estoye. David, congratulations on your win. Maybe you two will bond over lunch and a strong friendship built on mutual respect and admiration will come of it. If nothing else, you'll have now figured out that I am not a copywriter. or am i just trying to throw you off my pickled scent? did someone just spray perfume???
ride the bull! ride the bull! i've got a picture of brian doing it.
dixon that is.
Eat A Dixon Joel.
You think there's a chance we can bring this up to 300 in the next half hour?
Someone give me that damn brief. I've got nothing better to do than hang out on this blog. Damn project managers. Brief I say. Brief! And when I say brief I mean BRIEF. Cut it down. Distile the good. Be still my heart. Heaven in a nutshell. Heaven in a nutsack. Joel is good. Joel is God. Joel is G-D. Joel is an eater and a beater. David is a sneaker-wearing man amongst men who honestly has more intellect and smarts and creativity then nearly anyone else in the building. serious that. respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. G-d's honest.
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EADJ has been hijacked!
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you are now entering the area code zone.
214
portland
seattle
munchausen
ross
beach balls and beach houses
ski-doo
interview me! interview me!
celebrity stalker.
cafe kriv.
paris tours with louis.
vince's wedding.
the love boat.
gopher.
ENOUGH!!!!!!!!
what's going on?
I just saw joel eat a dick with the walking dude.
Douchelord
ball sack
Douchelord. hahahahhahahaha
holli in vinces room. go.
Douchelord of the Rings
You're breaking my burkhardt.
hot stuff solivan in da house!
hawaii 5-0.
coming closer to 300.
great movie by the way. 300.
also average number of lovers ____ has had.
fill in the blank for a chance to fill in ____'s _____.
burkhardt! burkhardt!
duckworth! duckworth!
OFFICIAL C-K OFFICE CORKBOARD. POST THINGS HERE. CLIPART OF FLOWERS AND SUCH.
does nobody want to see this motha burst to 300?
plastic chicken! plastic chicken!
chicago woman! chicago woman!
joel eats his own! joel eats his own!
USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!
WEDDING TIPS WITH J.FO. We mant MO.
We need mo.
Not too fast.
Not too slow.
Stand up, take a walk around the office and see if you can see me...
I'm going to give this a few minutes. Let's see if it's possible for you to catch me RED HANDED baby.
assumes i'm in the office though. and i may not B.
maybe i never was.
maybe i never will.
maybe i just got names from this site doing a random blogger search.
but are there things i know that someone looking at this site alone might not know?
like how michelle litos and brad harvey sit not too far away from each other.
figured that one was safe bet to reveal without giving away too much of my IDENTITY.
but feel free to ask questions.
we can play 20 questions.
animal, mineral, or vegitable?
animal. especially in the sack.
bigger than a breadbox?
ask yo momma.
but really folks and chixs. i'll answer your questions. i'm the magic 8 ball of EADJ and i becon to your call.
and maybe one day my mask will come off. maybe that will happen today. can you even believe you have this opportunity? your nemisis could be revealed.
no i'm not duckworth. no i'm not burkhardt. too bad she's not around anymore. no i'm not dixon. no i'm not dow. no i'm not ross. no i'm not picarello. no i'm not liss. no i'm not glover.
who the hell is glover?
certainly not me.
come on david, i'm typing. you can discover my identity in one of two ways: possibly by walking around the office and discovering me as i type which assumes i'm in the office which i may not be, or asking me twenty-questions which i am now honor bound to answer.
and i will.
if you will.
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this motha is certainly gonna burst at the 300 point.
like that red balloon on gizmodo.
or that zit on jessica's crack.
and what will the winner of the 300th comment get?
just lunch with david, or something bigger?
will joel want to eat it?
will joe baran talk about it in 7 months?
will dean pick it out of his nose next teleconference chat thingy?
will elizabeth take it to a hyatt meeting and tell them where to shove it?
will tom write a book about it?
for kids.
or will it be so monumentous that phil may will come back wearing it around his neck instead of a bow-tie.
and is any of this really funny.
or is it just a sad excuse for a slow day.
where did all the fuzzball players go?
corona! corona!
free zits in chicken bucket! free zits in chicken bucket!
(pause)
NOT! hahahaha! but wait, there's more. this is the 299th comment. Surely a mark has been set. A benchmark revealed. The person who posts the 300th comment which comes after this one for those who are a bit slow will get a free dunkin donut munchkin which they will find inside david's drawer. but seriously folks and chixs. the winner will get a steak and shake from the great steak and shake rattle and roll company compliments of mr. estoye my betrothed love god. and personal savior. amen. hallelouyah. peach be with you my brothas. dancing fools be with you too. cause it ain't nothin like stealth disco round these parts. FAST FLYING WONDER BREAD ATTACK! FAST FLYING WONDER BREAD ATTACK! I can't believe this next post will bring us to the 300 mark! HOLY HALLALOUYAH! HOLY HOLLALOUYAH! BUY THIS MAN A DRINK!!!!!!!!!! david, thats the ticket. that's it. the winner doesn't get a munchkin and they don't get no steak and shake. they get a drink of their choice at the bar of their choosing. ON YOU. that's right bud, your treat, or maybe you can get chrisman to cover the tab. on with the comment and on with the blog. this is the greatest day of my life! 300 baby!!! 3-f'ing-hundred!!!! woop! woop! yahooooooooooooooo
i win! i win!
What the fuck is this shit?
did someone sneeze?
dean h. = dean haversham.
let's move this baby past the 400 mark! we can do it partnars. lets do it! spoken like arnold.
bobabuoy.
cornlip tuscadero.
20 questions! 20 questions!
the talk of the town.
no SFVOSP sightings?
no threading of the needle?
no flinging of the wonder bread?
no romancing the stone?
no thumper thursday?
thump! thump! thump!
tater! tot! tater! tot!
too hot ta handle.
too cool for skool.
318 and counting.
319
320
3...2...1... BLAST OFF!
houston, we have contact. or since dean's picture is in ny you pronounce houston like houston not like houstin. more like howston. HOWS TON? How is Ton anyway? Doing well I hope. Doing fine. Dandy. Dandy Dogood. Dandy Darling Dogood. Dandy dancing darling dogood. Dip! Dip! Dip! Joel love the dip!
hit the road jack and don't you come back. no more no more no more no more. as much as i want to stay away i just can't. my fingers keep leading me over here. it's all i can think of, other than beer! and deer! and bull steer! and now a tiny bit 'o' fear for jelly donut schmear.
it's all fun and games. all fun and games.
Who's the Ridler?
Who wants to know?
Elvis is leaving the building. This time it might be for good. Cold Turkey didn't work last times, but this time we hope for it. No more hearing from me if I can keep my clamy palms away. I hope. I pray. Didn't I have anything better to do today? At least I'm still getting pay!
and at that, about a thousand a day!
well half that. all rhymers have to stretch the truth.
Ask me 20 questions or make the next post all about me, or never hear from me again. Don't you want to hear from me? We'll see... I wait with bait breath.
It's BATED breath, Brad.
http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-bai1.htm
you take dean's dad's word over mine?
http://www.wordsmith.org/chat/images/michael-quinion.jpg
he's the other of world wide words or whatever it was.
p.s. not amy. not brad. well, maybe not brad.
damn! foyled again. you got me to post without A) asking me 20 questions, or B) making the next blog post about me. HOWEVER YOU ARE HEREBY GIVEN THE BENIFAT OF THE DOUBT because the next blog post has not yet been posted. I can only assume it will be about me. Love you Brad. (is that supposed to mean love you, brad as in i am brad, or love you brad as in i love brad). scratch your head in confusion bbut don't give yourself a contusion.
guys. enough.
I'm drunk!
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