Friday

I'll be at lunch today, and I'll be wearing one of these bad boys:


Anyone care to lunch with me and my "strap-on"?

Movies

While not working today, I tried coming up with some names of Vagina movies. I tried to limit it to sports movies.












All The Right Vaginas
Friday Night Vaginas
Any Vagina Sunday
Caddyvagina
White Vagina Can't Jump
Vagina Nights; The Ballad of Ricky Bobby
Tin Vagina
Varsity Vaginas
Above the Vagina
North Dallas Vagina
Vaginas in the Outfield
Mighty Vaginas
The Greatest Vagina Ever Played
Debby Does Vagina (sort of a sports movie)
Gridiron Vagina
Forget Vagina (a stretch, "Forget Paris.")
Glory Vagina
Play it to the Vagina
Wildcats

[PICTURE OF A DOG LICKING A BISON'S TESTICLES]

I'm planning on eating at the EMRB today at 12:15 if there's going to be anyone else there. Are you in?

Hey Michael

I'm in for lunch at EMRB at Noon if you are. Let me know the scoop, hombre.

Hot Cook'n at EMRB

Tailgating season may be over, but how can I help looking for ideas for next year? Come to EMRB at noon and maybe you'll meet these two fellas, and you can see for yourself just how hung they are despite their wirey physique.

Bohle?

Lunch?

Superman dat OH!

Hey Brummski! On your way to EMRB today, watch out for that sheet following close behind you. I don't want anyone else tripping over it.

Shitty Pat Monday at EMRB

Just keeping the dream alive. Brummblepie? You in?

Fuck You Friday at EMRB

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I'll be there at about 12:15... will you?

Thursday, my last day for a while (again)

So I was gone for a majority of last week, and because of the Thanksgiving holiday I will be gone all of next week. That's just general info for everybody on the blog to know. So Michael, no pressure but if you're down for lunch today I'll be at EMRB at Noon.

A Big Day for Your PB&J

This little guys is six months old today!

Also, I'll be having lunch in EMRB at noon. You're welcome to join me... unless I'm too REAL for you.

Tuesday

Hey Michael, I'm planning on being at lunch today. Any thoughts on a venue?

In the words of Soul Asylum:

As far as I can tell, I'm going to have some crappy chores to do at work this morning. In that spirit, around noon I'll be ready to

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track (to EMRB)
Seems like I should be getting somewhere (like lunch)
Somehow I'm neither here (EMRB) nor there (work)

I hope someone can stop my downward spiral at nooner.

HEY GUYS!!!

What's up???! Mind if I join you for lunch at EMRB today? They're renovating The Max and the jocks in Atrium Dining are always giving me atomic wedgies.

Winded

I'm a little worn out from the Malt Madness post this morning. I'll simply ask if anyone is attending No Complaints in EMRB at noon today. I look forward to your response.

Axelmania XXVII: Alien vs. Fabulous Moolah!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please. In this corner, at a combined weight of 14 metric tons, from Iowa City, IA: the unsuspecting denizens of EMRB Cafe. And now, approaching the ring area, weighing in at 27 stone, accompanied by his manager, Paul Bearer, and his Executive Consultant Mr. Fuji (with salt, or is it protein powder, in hand), from Eden Prairie, MN, making his long-awaited in-ring return: King Kong Axelbundy! Let's get ready to Brumble!!!

Complaints, indeed

My fellow No Complaintians, I feel that today, for no reason whatsoever, the people of Lunch Blogdium deserve to know the state of Lunch.
People; we have an enemy in our mist (and no, I don't mean "midst!"). The rest of the world knows these teammates as Taste and Class, but we know them as the two-headed monster that is out to destroy the world we know. They are willing to sacrifice nothing in an effort to kill our spirits and sense of humor. They have fired direct attacks on Bawdiness and have Grotesque completely embargoed. The rest of EMRB Cafe is willing to stand by idly and allow these travesties to occur. It's obviously up to us, the Democracy of No Complaints, to up the ante and fire back into the heart of their capitals, Sophistication and Refinement. Our citizens will have to sacrifice, but that's the price of freedom. We're going to have to produce twice as many poop jokes and up to three times as many chode references. Bill and Brumplestiltzkin will have to double team Taste on the Sheets'de-soiled while I quietly take out Class behind d'Knight'stand. We must nuge and scrooge without mercy! This is a war that we must win at all costs.
The consequences of a loss? Citizens, I shudder to think of what that world would bring.
Remember, you're either with us, or you're against us, harboring WMDs (Weapons of Mass Discernment)!
God Bless Our Lunch!
Are you with me?!

Input needed! ASAP

Clake and Bill, this is specifically for you, but the rest of our readers can weigh in as well.

We definitely have the Wonk and Nuge clearly defined.
Last week we came up with further clarity for real life situations.
When someone is coming at you backhanded, but at the last minute turns their palm towards you, in effect, faking the Nuge and going for the Wonk, that is called the Splooge, for obvious reasons (if you can control yourself after experiencing those wide range of emotions, you're a better man than I).

Now, the question is, what if someone comes at you palm first, but then performs a slight of hand and backhands you? Brummbiliyah and I decided that this maneuver, where the Wonk is faked for a Nuge, should be called the Scrooge. Is everyone down with that??

I think I cut my penis on the lid....

That was probably one of the best lines I've ever heard on television.

Shall we toss out more Schrutisms at lunch today?

Nary a registered complaint on the Merlin's Madness

If anybody was able to recover from Merlin's Madness in enough time to make it to lunch at EMRB at Noon, I'll be seeing you there!