Thursday, July 07, 2005

Champ

Jeff and I discuss this cow:

over AIM:
Jeff: ah, poor champ
Pat: yep, looks delicious
Jeff: i hardly knew him
Jeff: or entire discourse was as such
Jeff: him: mooooooo [jump]
Jeff: me: what do you want, brother?
Jeff: him: mooooooo [jump around and be happy i'm there]
Jeff: me: you want me to kill the president? why that sounds like a delicious idea. i love you .
Jeff: and then i was yanked away, due to the fact that he had been rolling around in his own feces and i didn't want to touch him.

Jeff should get back into the city occasionally.

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