a partial record of the TXT conversations of b1-66er - especially those with Special K ... updated sporadically
25.12.10
porcelain hole-y night
mom had morning sickness w/ me - she ran into andy williams in the desert inn hall going to the bathroom. they said hello. dad predicted he'd never make it.
maybe fo-ty-nine cent?
(b1) Q: what do they call a woman who sells her body for snack food cakes at christmas time?
A: a ho hos ho'.
A: a ho hos ho'.
black and read
K: Up on the rooftop, click click click. Goddamn, get off my roof! We're
Jews here!
Jews here!
b1: lemme tell you what ... if there's noise on the roof, it damn well
better be red and white and deer; not red and black and dogs ... because
if that's what it is, i'm pulling that star of david off the wall, using
it as a weapon, and goin' full-on ninjew.
K: HAHAHAHAHAHA. XMAS LAUGH.
b1: that would be HOHOHOHOHOHO, jaimie.
feliz soda
b1: "yule log" has coke commercials. the only way that'd put me in the christmas spirit would be if santa was wearing a sombrero and pontificating sugar coke.
blame it on the OJ
K: Capricorn One is one of the dumbest movies I have ever seen.
Amazing cast, though.
*** b1: it is proof that we actually *did* land on the moon.
Amazing cast, though.
*** b1: it is proof that we actually *did* land on the moon.
gotta love TV
b1: i'm watching "yule log." it's a fireplace with xmas songs playing in the background. nothing more, nothing less. better than you'd think.
a bill
b1: how much do you pay for TV every month?
***
K: over $100, I think.
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