Tuesday, June 29, 2010
John Largeman Is Watching
Members Only Jacket while taking out Kimberly-Jane for pie after the After Prom?
John Largeman does not approve.
And in Fresno, John Largeman is watching.
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Someone Ëlse Is Watching Too
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I do hope that John Largeman walked over and smashed his beverage over this kids head right after this picture was taken. Go John Largeman, go!
This is Ground Control to Major Tom. You took Laika’s jacket again, you moron.
Sleeves tight enough for you, buddy?
John Largeman has learned well from Buffalo Beast.
John Largeman is my hero!!!
We should declare today, June 29th, as ‘John Largeman Day’ from now on…or should it be the 4th Tuesday of every June?
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…marking my calendar now.
Moron! That jacket looks like it was borrowed from a Duran Duran video, circa 1983!
His name of “John Largeman” could be more manly only had his mother’s surname been Johnson, his parents hyphenated their surnames, and he’d thusly been:
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“John Largeman-Johnson.”
appropos of nothing but william refrigerator perry was once asked how long he has been large.
william answered, “ever since i was little”
Silly Corrigan finds his latest flute player
sorry, my mistake
thats Alfred E Newman
all said , her shoulder makes a nice lounge chair
Fast food joint love…
“These aren’t the ‘roids you’re looking for…”
Not to split hairs, Boss, but that may actually be John Bigbootay…
Good Star Wars reference Dark Sock. Mrs. Kroeger speaks Jedi. I was getting ready to move the family and missed the acronym game today.. Fucck.
John Largeman cannot police Fresno alone, too many brah-choads and “cowboy” wannabes…
Awwww, he’s taking his mama out for ice cream, and John Largeman definitely disapproves.
Especially of his borrowing from mama’s collection of leather jackets.
Closeted behavior gone public is alwyas a no-no.
John clung to the bar with his sausage fingers as the 80,000 cfm cooking hood gulped every morsel of oxygen in the joint with one mighty heave of industrial-strength exhaustion.
John Largeman is waiting on the 22oz chicken fried steak with cream gravy and a side of chili cheese fries. Until then he seems to be in a foul mood.
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And speaking of diners, I bet the choad in the “beat it” jacket came in to this here establishment and asked about their “vegetarian options”. (John Largeman probably overheard this.)
Why is he wrapped like a dispensed Kotex?
John Largeman’s diarrea is a good substitute for JB Weld.
I think every establishment should have a john Largeman, sitting, disapproving, waiting for chicken wings.
Wow…a Fresno reference….
No threat to Kimberly-Jane here guys, this is just her gay friend Scott. However, in Fresno John Largeman don’t go for that sort of thing. Kick that ass John, kick that ass!
It was bad enough that the advertised 22 ounce. New York Strip wasn’t actually 22 ounces (John Largeman knew his mean weightings), but to top it all off the weight staff seemed more intent on taking pictures of each other than refilling his large Coke.
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John Largeman was not, I repeat, not happy.
Seconds later at John Largeman leaned his stool back to get a better look at Kimberly-Jane’s fine rear end, he tumbled backwards and through the wall dividing the counter from the kitchen. The resounding crash was heard as far away as Salinas, where all of Korean Town alledgedly sought shelter in doorways, in itiating what would be known in each succeeding year as the “Great Largemanifestation”
see is yummy
@ Anon 7:25
Yummy?
yea if ure the Donnor party
Serious question: how the hell do you even get a super-tight-fitting jacket like that on? Surely it would take a team of Clydesdales and a clever RubeGoldbergian contraption of winches and pulleys to get your arms through the sleeves.
Long live John Largeman who is and will always be my hero!!! hopefully he got a free refill of his Mug’s Root beer for having to witness such a travesty
“Cowboy” wannabes? I guess you’ve never been to Fresno! There’s nuthin’ here but Mexicans and a freeway to speed you through this shit-hole as fast as possible. Still, I’d rather live here than that pile of shit known as L.A. Actually, I’m still hoping for that “Big One” that will send all of So. Cal. into the Pacific. Yeah, you heard me! The only people that are impressed with fucking L.A. are the assholes that live there.