a post written for and entirely about Kenny.

Kenny (we'll call him Kenny Pitsnack, to protect his anonymity) is the only person to ever reply to any of my posts. For this reason, this post will be written in his honor. Maybe if YOU had replied, i'd be writing this about you, but NOOOOO, you were too busy masturbating. Pervert. Don't worry, I probably wouldn't have written about you anyway. And also, I was masturbating too.

Anyhoo, Kenny went to college with me. Good dude. He's from New Jersey. He likes guys. He studied (insert major) at a Virginia college (we'll call it Sames Fladison Pooniversity). At SFP, Kenny and I were in the same a cappella group (we'll call it... screw it, i'm done with that joke).

some of my favorite kenny-related memories were from some of the classes we were in together. i can't be all that specific, b/c you never know who's going to look at your blog (i've been fined for exposing my blog in public, but that's different).... although from the looks of it, it pretty much looks like just kenny, and of course, those weirdos trying to advertise on my blog. what the f is that?

anyway, we'd make fun of some of the ridiculous people we shared a major with. These people were (in general) dramatic, egotistical, and self-absorbed. many would have been perfect for the real world. actually, that would have been damn good tv. i digress. it was hilarious to make fun of these people with my boy, kenny. and also, our... uh... MAIN teacher. if he's reading this, i hope he knows who i'm talking about.... here's a hint: we'd have a "meeting" with her every other wednesday afternoon, sophomore year on... man, that sounded kinda dirty. whatever.

but overall, my absolute favorite memory/memories of kenny were making random Brian Regan references. That caught on like a mo fo with a lot of other people too. or at least a few other people.

So anyway Kenny, here's to you....
Take luck,
J.