Two people who knew Kay told The Star-Ledger of Newark that the hand, which Kay nicknamed "Freddy," was a gift from a medical student who frequented an all-nude juice bar where she dances.
You can't make this stuff up.
"Sometimes I sit on my hand until it falls asleep, then I masturbate with it. I call that the stranger."
"Really? I thought that the stranger was when you cut the hand off of a hobo, preserved it in formaldehyde, and then occasionally got it out, made a fist with it, and --"
"I don't want to know how you are going to finish that sentence."
"AAUUUUUGH! DAMN YOU!"
We need to start a film company. Or film division. Of another company... that we already started... sort of.
or get one of those projects done that we already started...
I'm more of an idea guy really... a dreamer. Don't take the wind out of my sails.
I just make funny shit.
my shit just smells funny