Special K: (22:08 PT) The President tests positive.
b1-66er: Seriously?
K: Yes.
b1: NOW do you believe in Yahweh?
K: Same belief as before (whatever that was).
b1: אין דבר כזה
Special K at his bar mitzvah. 1972.
K: Whoa! What the heck is that from?
b1: What?
Come on, man.
I figured out caffeine deficiency was jacking me up...
... AND I AM TOTALLY RAMPED UP RIGHT NOW...
...5 parts organic black, 1 part raspberry zinger.
K: Why did you write that Hebrew? And the bit about my bar mitzvah? I think that’s even the right year.
b1: Because...
... THAT'S WHAT YOU TOLD SOLID GOLDSTEIN'S COUSIN AT YOUR BAR MITZVAH.
What? Do you think I'm going to ignore an early K report?
Especially with you and your newly learned flashy Hebrew.
K: I thought I was SG’s cousin. Which cousin is this?
b1: WHAT? LIKE YOU'RE THE ONLY COUSIN OF SOLID GOLDSTEIN?...
WERE NONE OF THE LEVYS THERE?
OR SHAPIROS?
And what about the COHENS and PEROTINS?
And the FINKS. The Finks absolutely were there.
I'D KNOW, WOULDN'T I?
NONE of them?
None.
Like I'm just "making this up."
K: I am eating pistachios.
b1: THAT makes me laugh.
I'm going to have some too.
K: Excellent. One of my favorite foods.
At night I eat them to stay awake while watching TV.
b1: <pic>
