I’m Number Three
While I was joking the other day about becoming one of the most famous third place finishers of all time after I took third place in an 8-ball tournament, last night I took third place in the tournament again. I can’t seem to crack the top two spots. If pool players were fast food joints then I’m the Arby’s 🙁
Food? Arby’s sells edible items now?
Feh. Arbys sells Roast Beef, the most edible of foods. I could eat a roast beef sandwich for lunch every single day and be happy. Three Arby Melts for lunch, and six tacos for dinner, and I’m a happy guy, day by day.
Fine, I’m Taco Bell then.
Meximelt anyone???
Tcao hell? Dude just be Wendys. We all know you like to wear red wigs and cook hamburgers
The dried hide of an armadillo steeped in a warm salt bath for a week is nothing, NOTHING, like roast beef Master Phelps. Unless they stepped up their game game over the last decade I remain steadfast in my hatred for what they try to pass off as delicious cow.
They’ve stepped up the game. Had it for dinner last night.
And I can’t believe I missed the “number two” joke this entire time up until now.