And three questions for the road:
RK: Tea or Coffee?
BB: Coffee. Out the eyes. My blood is black now I am sure, more so than it was before I started with the coffee. Often it hurts to think.
RK: Palm trees or thorn trees?
BB: How about a thorn tree made of butter? That would make for a good waffle before bed.
RK: Cum, shit, spit or blood?
BB: Shit. All the way. Shit for life. Shit castle. Shit beeper. Shit house on the beach in Des Moines. I like blood too.
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