Old K Ghost Tired of all you Horndogs Having Loud Sex at Odd Hours

Old K Ghost Tired of all you Horndogs Having Loud Sex at Odd Hours

It is I, Beer Bong Curtis, the ghost of the Great Old Kenyon Fire of 1949. I am back from the dead with a message, a warning to the living: when I turned into human crispy crisp seventy years ago, I was supposed to be in for the big sleep and instead I’m up at 11p.m., 2 a.m., 4 a.m., ect., because ALL YOU HORNDOGS are trying to fill some deep, emotional void during quiet hours. The night is my time to haunt, my time to make the vengeful moaning, and I should not have to compete with the sounds of your less than average quality coitus.

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