I had a weird dream last night that this is as good of a place as any to share it. I was in a crowded place and Fatty and Mrs. Di showed up and wanted a ride home because they were drunk. I talked them into letting me buy them some cigarettes and waiting until we all sobered up some. Then after I bought them some cigarettes we were watching a concert by Anthrax from the first row. Each time the guitarist would come over and solo by us Fatty would yell, "wooo hooo Willie Nelson rocks", even though the guitarist wasn't Willie Nelson. Then right after the last song, Indians, this Indian guy came over and told me that I needed to make things right by the Indians in my next life because I had Indian blood on my hands from a previous life even though I'm part Indian. Then Fatty and Ms. Di disappeard into the crowd and I couldn't find them to give them a ride home.
Nope. It's "KK" read as "caca" in Spanish. Actually, he's Luck"caca"-y. That, or he gets "lucky" and we're seeing the magic two posts before you asked the question. Meh. I had nothing for "ky" jelly in his last 2 letters.
so fattyfat were you at the astros game today in section 117 row 14 perhaps eating 25 hotdogs? unless that was someone else.
Holy crap, Kam. Either you have eagle eyes, sir, or you work for the Mexican Judiciales, KGB, or Interpol. Either way, I envy you. Uh, hold on... paging Manny Ramirez... Manny... I know you've got an extensive library of Fatty photos... Fatty Photos... Manny? "Manny? Manny! " (name that movie)
