McKinley lay in his esplanage triple trouble jakuzi as his telephone rang. Mysterious, who could ever try to reach him in the afternoon?
Borros: "Hola, eez me...drumkid, fool!"
McKinley: "Ay, amigo, i just wondered how you behaved in the savoy lobby, can you dig it?"
Borros: "You`ve seen it on your tele, heard it on the radio?"
McKinley: "Jesus, you`re kiddin me. All the news talk `bout you, bloody diamond – at least the owner of five star savoy wants some extra gigs these days. You`re the rumour in town.
Borros: "Pff... we act like that all day, everyday, Kinley, but we got no name right about now."
McKinley rubbed his belly with some extrasoap while brainstorming on this lack of identity.
Borros: "Aight, i gotta meet these fellas right now, it´s studiotime. Let`s meet tonight for some steaks in the backyard."
McKinley: " You`re gorgeous, man, i will show up with some perruchos, André, better belie`dat!"
A flash of lightening, roaring thunder filled Mckinleys bathroom. His face reflected by mirrors:
"Ra-ha-ha-ha...muah-ha-ha-harr....(coughing!)...almighty me! Tee-oh-Pee! Gonna let these nuts grow like every boygroup in the universe together...ra-ha-harr!"
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