Yeah, this one popped up, too. Oh, wait, I bet you meant something different. Well mya has some nice ScarJo angle boob pictures she wants to share with us. Or, she can just send them to me for review, compare / contrast, etc.
The decision to let my sister drive us out to Western MA today was a bad one. I'm scared for my life as she crosses back and forth over the divider and hits the rumble strip and her ADD has her pointing out shit to her boy friend. I need a drink. Soon I will have one
One week into the last two weeks of our holiday. Attempting to consume a minimum of 5 pints every night. Struggling tonight after the bender we had last night.
Holy crap, that sounds like one wild time. Are you sure you don't want to tell us all about it? NurseNikki
I'm sick and I'm being a big baby about it, so I cancelled my drinking plans for tonight. I'm getting old.
I've decided to abstain from alcohol for a bit. This past weekend was a shit show after my friends wedding, weekend before that wasn't any better. Problem is, I REALLY want some delicious fall beer. Maybe I'll just abstain from getting wasted?
Hmmm, no period at the end of that sentence. Do we need to send an ambulance?! Can you transmit your GPS coordinates? Blink once for yes.
Derrieres in Myrtle beach, fully nude, bring your own cooler of beer, sounds fun right? Except now the GF and her mom are going with us. Not quite sure how that happened. Also not sure how going to a strip club with the future mother-in-law is going to work out, badly is my guess.
Probably as well as my experience watching Borat with my mother. "Wa? (she calls me Wa) What is a wizard sleeve?"
Tonight is my final bar drinking experience for a while...8.5 month pregnant wife would rather not be wasted on the other side of town when the contractions start. Starting in about two hours, I'm putting on a fucking clinic.
I am still recovering from a party I went to on Tuesday when I was up in Boston visiting my pals. It was a monthly pansexual dance party that they've been going to for a while and I planned my visit around getting to experience it for the first time. I got the most drunk that I can remember being in a long time, and proceeded to spend the night dancing on stage with drag queens and making out with a bi guy in the army. I was pretty honored because, seeing as how DADT was repealed the day before, I thought he would want to celebrate by hooking up with dudes. Taking the stupid Fung Wah bus (because I booked my Megabus ticket for a week from Wednesday like an idiot) was not helpful for my hangover, and then when I got home my nausea had faded enough to realize how fucking sore my entire body was was dancing. It still hurts. I can't get untired. Also, last night, the two biggest symbols in my dream were bacon and buttplugs. It wasn't a sexual dream, and the buttplugs weren't ever being used, but they were definitely a part of the dream. I feel like I need to run to a shrink.
So I'm officially turning down two sets of other plans for this meetup thing. I AM EXPECTING A LOT FROM YOU ALL.
I've always envisioned live chickens running up and down the aisle of those buses and popping out of overhead bins. Is that true?
No, it turns out that chickens go absolutely fucking nuts if they get into a packet of cocaine. They have to ship the chickens separately now.
My girlfriend has formed a habit of sending me titty pics out of the blue while I'm at work. It happens every single time I'm totally zoned in on calls. Titties > cold calling.
The chicken transport got outsourced. Instead they installed industrial sewing machines at every seat.