a partial record of the TXT conversations of b1-66er - especially those with Special K ... updated sporadically
17.12.10
booze 'n' bases
K: I'm about to watch game 7 of the 1960 WS. Only known copy recently discovered in Bing Crosby's wine cellar.
how about 499?
K: 500 doesn't sound like many, but it's a lot
b1: if someone hit you in the face 500x, it would seem like a lot.
because you're too chicken liver
b1: captain beefheart died.
***
K: I barely knew him.
the taste of metal
b1: we need to talk about shirley bassey and vegas sometime.
K: Agreed.
b1: i would've given my left nut to hear her say, "he's such a cold
finger" live.
K: Ba-DAAAAH-dah!
b1: perfect.
K: I'm a fucking awesome communicator.
b1: so much so that you can even do trumpet sounds by TXT. that's
pretty big.
K: QED.
b1: don't speak hebrew to me.
K: לכם!
what's sticky and sweet?
{i often route messages between solid goldstein and special K. they're
shirt-tail cousins ... and in 1 of the million weirdnesses in my life, i
introduced them.}
shirt-tail cousins ... and in 1 of the million weirdnesses in my life, i
introduced them.}
b1: this from your cousin. and it's not a joke, he's serious.
*** Danielle Steel's Chocolates. No, it's not her latest book. It's what
I snacked on last night. ***
K: Bizarre.
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