So maybe I should tell this story, yeah?
Last time we went to the cabin with the Bluhms was Thanksgiving break 2007. Kevin, Anthony, Katie, Jeff and I all slept in the same bedroom. Lots of fun, except it took FOREVER for everyone to calm down and get settled for bed. We spent an hour or so making "that's what she said" jokes before it seemed like we were finally ready to fall asleep on the first night. After 5 minutes of dead silence in the pitch black, we hear Kevin singing in his lowest bass voice from the top bunk:
"Mama likes porkchops
Porkchops, porkchops
Mama likes porkchops
With riddle 'n rum."
Doesn't stutter. Doesn't even chuckle. Just rolls over like nothing happened. We all pretty much pissed our pants.
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