Monday, June 22, 2009

Conversation with Kid Funk...

Me: I just ordered an Enchirito.
KF: Ha! The rents are gettin me a grill for my bday. Propane too. She was gonna get me a grill and a fajita skillet and I told her to save the skillet and spend more on the grill, shoot. The Grooms grill is massive amazing.
Me: Amazing. I want a good one. Imma wait till that shiz goes on clearance.
KF: I know thats right. Winter time. I'll grill a steak in the snow.
KF: We're gonna build that deck out back, shoot my folks are too, but anyways, beers and braughts all the time. Imma grill er'thing.
Me: Brats sound so damn good.
KF: I really tried to sound that out too. They are good. I can't wait till I get that grill. Imma f*ck my roommate up if he touches it. Imma f*ck my roommate up if his girlfriend touches it.
Me: I know that's right. And phonetic spelling is killin our nation.
KF: Yep.
Me. You should just f*ck your roommate up anyway. Call it a just in case.
KF: I might. I might bring one of his little puppies in after it's morning water portion (that I'd give it...) and just hold and shake it over his passed out face till it pisses on him.
Me: Atta kid. I'm watchin The Happening. It seems alright.
KF: Boooooooooooooob... You seen it?
Me: Nope. I know it's the trees tho.
KF: Lame... I wish a tree would... Me and Smokey the Bear would be just burnin sh*t down...
Me: I'd be out there.
KF: Napalm'n bitches. Sit back and drink OJ.
Me: People just killin themselves.
Me: It would take some work for me to kill myself. I don't care for guns really. Hell, they'd prolly find me at a Krispy Kreme.


These are normal conversations for us. I would like to point out, that no puppies will actually be shook to make them pee on his roommates face.

He'd prolly just squeeze them.