Michael Mayben
IHPA Tech Moderator - Retired & No Longer Online
Word on tha street is sailor jerry dun kicked trev's azz down a hill while he wuz jacklightin' sum bambi. Kinda messed up tha wing he writes with but at least he didn't shoot his ownself.
Jerry's the life of the pardee, but ya don't carry hiz azz to tha hills when ya go lookin' for chili meat ala bambi. Ya leave him home with a babysitter/blowup gurlfriend.
Anyway...trev's gonna git cut new year's eve...sum kinda psychic-surgery kinda deal that involves alotta morphine during recovery. Jerry's gonna feel kinda left out since he ain't gonna be at that pardee for new year.
So while yawl are out gittin large and actin' stoopid Thursday nite, trev's gonna be curled up in fronta tha fire with a drip in his arm havin' hiz own pardee in hiz haid!
Jerry's the life of the pardee, but ya don't carry hiz azz to tha hills when ya go lookin' for chili meat ala bambi. Ya leave him home with a babysitter/blowup gurlfriend.
Anyway...trev's gonna git cut new year's eve...sum kinda psychic-surgery kinda deal that involves alotta morphine during recovery. Jerry's gonna feel kinda left out since he ain't gonna be at that pardee for new year.
So while yawl are out gittin large and actin' stoopid Thursday nite, trev's gonna be curled up in fronta tha fire with a drip in his arm havin' hiz own pardee in hiz haid!