I had to turn in my rental car today, which means that for the next two days I'm stuck in a motel room on the outskirts of Bumfuck, Mississippi. I've loaded up on beer and Hotpockets. Y'all better bring your A game this weekend to keep me amused or I'm going to get bored and left to my own devices. This is never a good thing. It's only been a couple hours and throwing rocks at passing cars almost seems like a good idea.
I know where to find a Haitian swinger party if you're interested, toy. Should be fun, what with all the sex and AIDS and stuff.
The truck driver that invited me to this thing showed me his briefcase earlier today. If Voo doo, chickens, and mud are code for condoms, lube, and old Penthouses, then yes.
So, just to recap, there's a truck driver strolling the streets of New Orleans with a briefcase full of porn and lube, on his way to a Haitian swingers party. I live a boring life.
He is also inviting people, like me, he barely knows. I imagine he would be more than happy to have an extra female involved if you're interested.
$5 says it's just him in a motel room waiting for the party to come to him. ... which sounds strangely like what Toytoy is up to this evening.
I looked out my window and saw a tractor and a laundromat. And a whole bunch of rocks. I've got a pile of quarters on my nightstand and a plan is formulating in my head. Before this moment I've never wondered what 10lbs of rocks in a dryer sounds like, but now I'm beginning to think this is information I should know.
If you ran out and bought yourself a bottle of whiskey it would make this evening a hell of a lot more enjoyable for the rest of us.
Suspect 2 in custody. Liquor sales in Boston just went up 1000% in the last 15 minutes. I'll be getting very drunk tonight in celebration.
You would be implying that there is some sort of forethought to my stupid shenanigans, if there were I'd sell tickets and make a few bucks. Sadly my brain just kind of shorts out and I do something stupid just to make the boredom stop.