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Ready to draft
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So it begins |
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Getting ready to think |
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Tony drafts Emmet Smith |
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Happy about that pick |
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The commish enforces his strict "put the F%#KIN' papers down!" policy. |
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Nick fights Rob for right to draft Tiger Woods |
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Last year's champ.
In an attempt to repeat, he tried drafting players in the 2nd & 3rd rounds who had already been drafted in the 1st. Oddly enough, the other owners didn't see the humor in this. |
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Nick defending his draft of Tiger Woods and Lance Armstrong to his fantasy football team. |
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voting on the rules.... |
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The commish disregarding the vote and explaining the benefits of his benevolent dictatorship. |
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Most corrupt fantasy football comissioner in the world lays down the law. |
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The commish wields his dictitorial authority with a strong pimp hand and loses his last friend. |
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Rob finally lets the weasel out of his pants |
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mmmm.... the weasel smells better after being in the pants for a while |
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Commish plays with his new and only friend |
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The weasel turns to beer to better tolerate the company of the commish. |
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Then the fellas went to the nudie bar where the girls dance around a pole. They don't allow cameras, but it was something like this... except different. |
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The aftermath
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