A typical gchat conversation between me and Josh, who, once when I was feeling blue, sent me every single picture of Bernhard Eisel that he could find on the Internet. And last night, patched together the following masterpiece...
Yeah, I know, my friends spoil me rotten.
[This also made Paris-Roubaix for me this year. Lucky number 7!]
Josh: should i go to the santa clarita stage? me: yeah! Josh: haha perhaps its just the start though hmm and no cav :( me: BERNIE? Josh: he'll be there i can get pix for u me: OMG THEN YOU HAVE TO GO Josh: get me a cardboard cut out of you and i'll bring it me: AHAHAHAHAHAHA just give him my number Josh: 1800-HTFU-HOE me: ... more like 1800-PLZ-MARRY-ME Josh: TOO MANY LETTERS BRO BE REALISTIC me: FINE how about just 917-361-XXXX
me: will you hunt down bernie?
Josh: if you fly out
Josh: you could meet him
me: i know
Josh: AND HANG OUT WITH HIM BRO
me: ugh i know
tell him i'll meet him in france
Josh: DO YOU HAVE A LAWYER BERNIE?
SIGN THIS RETAINER
Josh: PRO BONO
me: SIGN THIS MARRIAGE CONTRACT
Josh: and by pro bono
me: god imagine
Josh: stop jizzing
me: MRS. KAIKO EISEL
NB: Yes, I was listening to Justin Beiber's "Baby" while putting together this post. Bernie, Bernie, Bernie, ohhhhhh....