Hey Kev, I only see one Norway twin, I wonder where the other one went--Hassa! (it's tom's pet name for me)
Kevin- It's dang near 2:15 am. You better not be out whoring around. Michael Stipe said "f--k" on Saturday Night Live. Those scandinavian c---'s kicked Brian in the face. The world collapsed on a Sunday morning. I saw the number 5 in gold. You know the thoughts that make me silent. Laughing underneath my breath. The street is full of punks. Bad! Bad! Bad! t
Kev- Hey com up when you get back. I think, honestly, that the count is NOT dead and that he followed me home and was digging in my back yard! Seriously! tom P.S. I saw him in Dharma last night.
Kevin- check out my fish--God (crossed out) I mean Ben
Kev- eat this stuff? ok? or you lose big chunk out of your manhood. (a happy audience claps vigorously). --the marlboro man
Kevin wake up it's 1:20
Kevin wake up it's DEATH
Kev- Dinner you F---head
Kev, I heard that your trying to get the band back together. Give me more info --Ben
Kev- Hibbs today or I'll tear you apart like pulled pork. Tom
Kev- You're not here d---weed. Come up when you get back. I re-routed the power thru Trumpy
Kevin- They tried to cut off all her hair while she slept the little bastards!
Kevin I tried to cut off all my hair while I slept -- lil' Bastard
Kev- in Hibbs the pork chops were like spicy tangy bits of norwegian flesh. If you get a chance, stop there and sample the magic. Hassa!
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