Like Family

Once upon a tiiiiiiime Kurt had a birthday and made his closest frands celebrate for 4 days straight.
30 is divisible by 4 but you get a whole lotta crap that cant be divisible to 0, the beginning of time.
My pal Kurggle turned 30 and wanted his closest friends to celebrate for as long as possible.



We ate at his most favorite restaurant Tandoori Hut not formerly A Pizza Hut. It was truly an wonderfully tasty deeelishious dinner with the most excellent entertainment, which was read aloud by yours trules and tear induced laughter by one Murt G Smurdge, his twin brother.



Shortly after we embarrassed ourselves, we left for gamery at the gamestore.
We fought off some fat kids for the pictarohamchop booth



Then documented our victory, for the booth.



It was an excellent day, tho one vital person was missed.
Ill give you a hint. We find him terribly handsome and love to talk like him in circles.
"NO....THATS DUMB." If you look closely you may find him in the photogromographono immediately above these words!

This infant, shall I say child is trying to beat Travis' #1 ranking! His mother, to his left, was there to wipe the sweat off his small brow. But in the end failed miserably. PROBABLY BECAUSE HE NEEDS A STOOL TO SEE AND PROB CANT EVEN REACH THE FLIPPERS. IDIOT!



Then the next day, Kim Goldion gave me the rightful duty of relieving her from her work. And what a work it is. Possibly the most beautiful neurosurgical facility I have ever seen! HARK! HER DESK!



And we left to celebrate Kurt, AGAIN, with pizza with things on top and hours of Frolf.
Murt brought Kurt a special blue beverage. This turned the night so electric violet.





Then Murt couldnt stop holding, should I say loving Kurt.



And from a not too far distance we could here the chuckle of one D. Smasher, and Kim Goldion wondering when our next wine shots were.



I cant really recall the rest of the night as all of us were laugh drooling and confused as to where we were.
Oh yeah there was cake of course.



The sleepover party was wonderfully gay, as in good, even when Kurttle fell asleep on his heated toilet seat.

The next day, painfully hungover, we were force fed Murt's Swedish pancakes. Here he is in action/non-action.



Then played Kirby Epic Yarn for about 5 hours straight. Then I remembered I had a work party to go to and with Kurdle being my d8 since Travis is lollygaggering in CUBA, it was time to GTFO!



The EMP was SOOOOOO FUN! we jam/screamed for an hour!



We interviewed for our fans!



We got hypnotized to not quit our jobs! And work overtime and not record our hours!



I ate tiny grape sized polenta cubes with bacon on top! I was drunk. And ready to dance. Which later gave me whiplash for dancing like AN ASSHOLE.
Then my coworker Leah and her special man friend Kelly, who is 7 ft tall, escorted us to the Bush Gardens, where I tried to fight my whiplash with bouncing to the greatest karaokles song, maybe ever.



And Kurt WAITED AND WAITED WAITED PAINFULLY WAITED to sing the only Jarpineeje song he knew in their books.



AND THEN IT FINALLY HAPPENED.



The sweet older woman who was actually Miwakorg's stand in did a wonderful jorb.

And THEN it was time to leave. But not without any sweet talkin for the King.



Then we had another sleepover party!!! And I fed us fuel line! It was rather bland and not at all perfumey.



On Sunday, we walked to the ID to buy our famiy presents. I conned Kuerl into giving our families crabs.
But on the way we got some Panda, and the best sandewichey in the world, banh mi. KUARTH HAD NEVER HAD! IDIOT! SLAP!





We also stopped and eavesdropped on some heavy shit, yo.



We walked and walked and ran into the Seattle Pinball Museum as its a big fatso. But it was ok ok ok since they had a game I really wanted to play but decided to wait to go hand in hand with dear Travoo.



I also rekindled my love of paper. And other peoples love of paper. Paper = money.



THEN we finally made it to Uwaji for some crabs. For real.
If you love your family to death, especially if they live in the midsweat, then you give you family crabs.



Or if youre Kurt, then you consider giving your family slutty geoducks.



Or ridiculous congee.




And as Kurddle and I awaited to part ways, the sky congratulated Kurt for being alive.



And we waited and waited with our crabs for the bus to come.
QUIT MOVING IDIOT!



My dear friend Karl, happiest birthday and a lifetime of drooling joy.
When you leave for Jarpin, I will hate you forever.
Until Travis and I see you in the fall.




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And in other news! Like my uncle Kim Jong Il.... I got a perm!




And in other other news! Im learning SOOOO MUCH about my dad's family's escape from North Korea in 1951.
They escaped on my birthday! January 14, 1951. But Im not THAT old.

BYE NOW!