Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Hot air baboon

On the way home from dinner with my mother, I turned on the radio, briefly conversed with BV who couldnt even pick up his comb, he was so weak.

Now when ol' BV gets real tired he starts chopping his hair till he looks like a monkey
and starts up with his protein powders. Poor bugger doesnt know how tired he his til he's got not a hair left, cept for the danglins dustin his neck, and he's all puffed up from the whey...not realising he needed to burn that shit off or blow up like a hot air baboon.

Me poor poor mate.

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