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9 comments:
beekt
Beekt?
beetk.
Beetk?
bekog.
I know that on rare occasions, people outside of my family read this blog. If any such people happen to be following this comment thread, your assessment of what has been written as utter nonsense is entirely correct, with the exception of the comment directly above this.
I have to ask, though - is that how you it? One of my oldest friends and I don't think I've ever seen his name in print.
How you spell it, I mean.
it's spelled with a capital B
I saw him in a restaurant in Michigan and that's what he told me.
He was wearing a green puffy coat, that Bekog, on quite possibly one of the funniest trips to a restaurant ever. Except my lunch today with Uncle Sidney.
"Next time I come here, I'm gonna burn ya a CD of the best tenor ya ever heard! You're nevah gonna play this Andrea Bocelli again! I'm telling you, it's like a revolution for your ears!" he told the maître d' at the fancy Italian restaurant.
And I apologize for miscapitalizing Bekog's name.
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