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Whynatte descended onto Charleston like 17 vultures descending upon a fallen antelope: Fast, furious, and with full beak extension.
$50, via paypal, and I will give you any one of these hot girl’s phone number.
$120 for all 3.
$50, via paypal, and the man on the far right will break your enemy’s spinal cord.
I love how everyone closes their eyes when they drink a Whynatte.
If that fellow on the far right isn’t a happy man, then I didn’t just invent a new cocktail, and devote a website to it.
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jesse
Hello, I'm one of the co-founders of Whynatte, and currently handle the marketing, branding, and business development. I also handle the mail room, the black market primate side-operation, and most of the shipping and receiving. A little of this, a little of that. The fact that you're actually reading this indicates that you've lent us your time, and have an interest in Whynatte. Thank you. It's the gazillion people who've supported us along the way that make the difference. See you around....
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Must throw out a whynatte toast to your fine whynatte posts – excellent captions – make the New Yorker proud.
Thanks Jake. Your dancing makes me proud.
and oh yeah, $120′s in the mail, tiger.
judging by the above photos and the previous andruw jones footage, i wonder who can take down a whynatte faster: andrew hayworth or dana stone?
Dana is true to whynatte, but slow as a sloth. Look at that guy in the blue shirt. By the time Dana was finished, he had already finished his whynatte, left the bar, checked himself into rehab, gone sober, fallen off the wagon, left rehab, and returned to the bar.
i would finished 2 whynattes in the time it takes that blue-shirt smurf-man 2 even get up the urge 2 maybe think about taking a really needed shit; i would liquify his ass like, well, like when your ass secretes liquid shit; which, btw, you should try and avoid the public shart cause then you may have 2 throw your underwear in someone’s trash can and that must just be karma cause you ate all this dude’s beef jerkey (which isn’t cheap) without asking him and so subconsciously i made you shit your pants, you whining baby; you know who you are, jerk….