I lay down some mad crazy beat box shit under KT's rhymes.
-Beat Box check - d20 BR 6 (aw yeah)
Rob, retconning a little bit here... do I see any parachutes around? Maybe I root through some closets or something.
I ask one of the cocks--er I mean one of the CoC's "Can these seat cushions be used as flotation devices?
[excellent lyrical manipulation KT.... Kerry Roop... Kerry fucking Roop... well done... I am speechless]
Labels: Kerry fucking Roop, speechless