SO MIKEY

[bob vawter]

I hear yor planning a party in my favor..........
what do the festivities involve..........

any hookers?

 

[Mikey P]

It involves you dieing.


Let me know when your brain tumor has done it's job 95% and Larry, Forsythe and I will come save you from those horrible cackling sister in laws of yours.




We're going to high tail you to Vegas, get you laid one last time than chuck you off the roof of the Bellagio into the fountains below while Big Fish from Pearl Jam plays to the lights and water canons.


Then we'll fish you out, have you cremated and Forstyhe and his pyrotechnics will take over.



How else wants to come?

 

[Connor]

Seriously, Pearl Jam?

That's just wrong, Mikey.

 

[Mikey P]

What would you suggest?


Whitney Houston?

 

[Connor]

Naw, bruh, Joplin......



Bawbee McGee!!

 

[Mikey P]

 

[bob vawter]

damn that sounds like fun........


ps..

shawn....shoot me UPWIND from ever one.....

 

[Hoody]

If he hangs on till middle of next month I'll be out west for a lil bit I could participate. Maybe Olson, Larry, Draper and I could do a gun salute as you're hoisted in the air.

 

[bob vawter]

well OK then...but jus don let Robison sell the tickets............