Originally posted by Red NightI tell you what, man, you see the part where dang ol' George come in there and he's talkin' 'bout tasting his own burp and Kramer comes slidin' in there, he always does that. Them New York boys, I tell you what...just a show about nothin'.
OK, this works alot like King of the Hill.
i AM RED NIGHT....NO..I AM RED NIGHT....NOOO...I AM RED NIGHT (but i did wet my bed as a child and one night my brother got off the top bunkbed and went to the bedroom door ( it was an old house in what used to be an old st. albans home in new york and later became a drug slumville of patriotic black american renters )..anyway..my brother could not get the old weathered door open ( i saw his profile at the door thru the old glass doorknob lit thru the hall )...so the bastard came to my bed and peed all over me ( since i was a bed wetter he knew he could blame it on me )..the next morning my aunt put me face down into the mattress to smell the pee for a half hour ( and some of you wonder why i am strange ( i have more horrible examples )..so I AM RED NIGHT..WE ARE BOTH AS INTROSPECTIVE AS OSCAR WILDE and as dead as the 9th legion...
Originally posted by reinfeldWhat about smoking or drinking the same stuff?
i AM RED NIGHT....NO..I AM RED NIGHT....NOOO...I AM RED NIGHT (but i did wet my bed as a child and one night my brother got off the top bunkbed and went to the bedroom door ( it was an old house in what used to be an old st. albans home in new york and later became a drug slumville of patriotic black american renters )..anyway..my brother could not get the ...[text shortened]... .so I AM RED NIGHT..WE ARE BOTH AS INTROSPECTIVE AS OSCAR WILDE and as dead as the 9th legion...
