YO MY BROTHERS!
first of all on the papal agenda:
the heartfelt blessings upon mikey mohawk for his wise and yoda like defense of the pope of the pedestrian church! Mikey i cannot wait to meet you up there in the great white north! and to doctor hormone and chief my fame is just made more famous by the de facto trial i was subjected to! my effigy is HURT! thank the great boogalooga that my MOJO still doth function properly and all beach babes shall enjoy the blessings of the infamous bullet ducking, gimp leg, surfing pope of the pedestrian church.
secondly:
when the fuck is the re-union?? i for one am available to visit our haunts, pick a fight with any gimp legged barney fife greaser left alive near or in the environs of the crows nest east!
and a tour of my real neighborhood by 7 mile and van dyke shall occur!
and thirdly:
no alcohol was used in the writing of this decree!! i wrote this on my keyboard the vodka and oj was injested through a straw while writing!
all pain meds were taken at least 45 minutes prior to this writing so as to be sure that they had no problem with the vodaka and oj!
blessings upon the mohawk bros and upon doc hormone and the chief and to the brilliant and elusive sir martin who has hidden himself away in his realm of salt caverns!! a tour of metropolitan beach and belle isle shall also be on the agenda of the re-union!
so get your asses in gear and lets at least make it happen before the next millenium!
and what the hell is going on with this blog site? it takes hours to log into it!!! at least to create!!
but hell gotta go, houston mission control, do you read?
i must mix another vodka & oj
flyin high and thinkin of the beach!
from the good reverend
yusta chow lang mortoblogationly
ciao
the heartfelt blessings upon mikey mohawk for his wise and yoda like defense of the pope of the pedestrian church! Mikey i cannot wait to meet you up there in the great white north! and to doctor hormone and chief my fame is just made more famous by the de facto trial i was subjected to! my effigy is HURT! thank the great boogalooga that my MOJO still doth function properly and all beach babes shall enjoy the blessings of the infamous bullet ducking, gimp leg, surfing pope of the pedestrian church.
secondly:
when the fuck is the re-union?? i for one am available to visit our haunts, pick a fight with any gimp legged barney fife greaser left alive near or in the environs of the crows nest east!
and a tour of my real neighborhood by 7 mile and van dyke shall occur!
and thirdly:
no alcohol was used in the writing of this decree!! i wrote this on my keyboard the vodka and oj was injested through a straw while writing!
all pain meds were taken at least 45 minutes prior to this writing so as to be sure that they had no problem with the vodaka and oj!
blessings upon the mohawk bros and upon doc hormone and the chief and to the brilliant and elusive sir martin who has hidden himself away in his realm of salt caverns!! a tour of metropolitan beach and belle isle shall also be on the agenda of the re-union!
so get your asses in gear and lets at least make it happen before the next millenium!
and what the hell is going on with this blog site? it takes hours to log into it!!! at least to create!!
but hell gotta go, houston mission control, do you read?
i must mix another vodka & oj
flyin high and thinkin of the beach!
from the good reverend
yusta chow lang mortoblogationly
ciao
posted by Fadda Ken at 3/04/2007 12:58:00 PM
3 Comments:
I am here Fadda Ken. I responded to your quest for login help last night, but apparently you got in to make this Papal Decree!
You must still use the old login to post.
Sir Martin
Your Reverend Holiness...great blessing from The Mitten State and many thanks for sending us Spring weather from Hurricane Alley. Let us pray:
"...on the third day, he took the bread and offered it up and said, 'Hey...where's the salami and cheese I just bought at?' Then he took the wine and said, "...this is my box of wine and nobody gets none 'till I'm good and blitzed..."
Today, the first Sunday of the Consecration of the Salami, Cheese and Box of Wine in the Pedestrian Church's gospel explains to us what Fadda Ken does on a Saturday afternoon when the cable goes out and he is forced to feed the multitude (two beach bunnies who spent the night). All bow in reverence to the name of Fadda Ken...
Got it? GET IT!!!
Fadda, I for one am nothere...instead I am over .....................here!......wait, now I am ..........here....You see life is an illusion.......Poof!
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