Novel Journey

I had the distinct pleasure to sit in for the somalian, Abe, on the Bob and Abe show last week. It was a slightly strange feeling to drop my thought turds on audio… but I adapted, somewhat… I think.

You be the judge. But don’t call it the Bob and Aug show.

Oh, and here’s a photo of bob and me at our sexiest (senior year of college), snapped just moments before he covered the parking lot with ludicrous amounts of vomit. Good times, bob.