To all you Karl Doege accolytes
DeafDawg
Pedro Lumpkin introduced me to Karl. I punched him in the back within
2 mins. of meeting him. I had to go home after my game & he called
me a pussy for not drinking beer (fair play I suppose), thusly I
punched him, luckily my shank was in the shop. After this brief
encoutner I was intrigued by this baby faced, skinny legged, mush
mouthed, Ichabod looking hunchback with fractiles dancing in his eyes.
I walked away from the fields on Sat. as I heard Karl telling Jason
Schminke he could not throw, & Mitch Brask that he could not jump.
Both Pimpin' Ain't Easy vets took Karl's random slurring & slobbering
in stride, with a look of "who is this kid" to each other.
Later he reportedly pukes in my buddy Carl Wheatbread's (CW) car, after
Carl (CW), who also had just met this kid agrees to give Karl(KD) a
ride to the GRUB party from the fieds, mind you it is a 5 min. drive.
Karl, then proceeds to arrive at the Grub party & promptly pass out in
the bushes, behind a fence, whilst being molested by several ex-Betty's
& a stray dog at various times throughout the night.
He later wakes up with a clear head & conscience, yet looser bowels &
storms the dance floor like a dervish, nay, a whirling dervish. KD
finds a Beyonce record cover on the floor (that earlier in the night we
were dancing with) & flings it across the bar. The album cover lands
on top of a picture frame (between the wall & the top of the frame) &
looks perfect, like it was placed there. We all shreaked with joy &
got laid, even the waitstaff! I think we owe it all mostly to Karl.
So, to wrap things up, I do not claim KD as my savior but, I guess I
can see how all you yokels from KeepRunnin, Alabama/Arkansas or
wherever they grow your kind, look up to Karl's buffoonery, because
you, like him, encompass the moral fiber of an early 20's heroin chic
Flapper chick in the midst of a absinthe bender.
Deafdawg
Etano
deserves.
Karl Doege sunk the titanic with a headbutt when it got too close to
his glacier.