creepers

lol, you guys are drinking and decided oh yeah let's post a forums on kdice?

cheers anyway, i might take the next flight and meet you there

brew/ liquor aint me, I like wine, lots of

or thrax cant think of anything interesting to talk about besides kdice

Man it would be fun to drink get drunk and angry over politics with you two, and its only gay if your balls touch thrax...

thrax, whats the drink of choice tonight?

Surely Thraxle and Crew Yawned
Tired of old k-war stories
Always remembering how mikey did this
Collecting fodder accounts and such
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.

Money don't get everything, it's true
Oh, now give me money (that's what I want)
Now give me money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah
Everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey.

Somewhere during the conversation last night, JP described his youth like this-

"The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon. luge lessons. In the spring, we would make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking. I suggest you try it."