Call Kevin
While I was in Medford i spent a ton of time with Tam, Brent, Kass and Kota. And let me tell you….they are the most funny and awesome and hospitable and Godly and loving of eachother and others i have ever ever ever met.
But on the last day we drove past a sign that said “Call Kevin”….. and this is what Kota did.





thats my boy!!!
your absolutely hilarious boy!
ballsy, love it.
oh, it was way ballsy! But leave it to Kota.
epic :)
"no… my names not really Dakota." HA!
haha…ya…i wish he would have made up a new name….like Bob or something. Maybe Furdinand.
I used to sometimes do that sort of thing when I was a kid, but I never would now. I used to say my name was John…which is my middle name, so not exactly creative.
Unrelated but similar kooky (I do this kind of thing a lot, you'll get used to me) : When we were on honeymoon in Italy, we found a pre-addressed postcard that some American family had dropped. We kindly filled it out with how much we were enjoying Rome and posted it off to the Larsens in Idaho, telling them we had no idea who they were, but since the Jacksons had dropped their card we thought it was better to send it to them and tell them all about how awesome the Vatican was.
To this day, I regret not putting our return address on it, or keeping a record of the Larsen's address.
Ya, i dont think he meant to say his real name…that is what made that part funny. John, eh? but it worked. Did anyone ever call you back?
That was a great idea…i would probably just have walked right past it and said, man that sucks for them…hmmmmm….kind of a Post Secret Feel. Thats great. would have been fun to keep the connection going.
That bit was hilarious :) And I was usually actually talking to the person 'cause back when I was young and growing up in the country, answering machines, etc weren't very common.
You know, back in the early 80s, before you were born. Before mobile phones, even the car battery size ones. Before Apple were good. Before Microsoft was thought of as the anti-christ. Back then.