Time to go play golf and drink while doing so. Or, the other way around. They're equally important and enjoyable.
I just had more fun with a crowbar and 20 foot sheets of aluminum siding than should be allowed. I'd hook'e, drag'em, smash a dent in the middle, then with the tractor's help make sure that them son-bitches folded evenly. Too much sun has fucked my head. Didn't see any snakes while doing this, though I had to ride around a 3 footer that fell out of a tree. There's rattlers around and I really am not looking forward to running into one. Took a Kawasaki Vulcan 800 out, I have a new favorite bike I think, I really wanna take it up to the beach to the show tonight. Seeing as I just started riding it today and dumped it learning that it's got a soft clutch and wicked front brake, and that I'd have a girl too pretty to scar up riding with me, I'll just take the car. It's a freakin' sweet bike, it's a bigger, but still small enough I can push it/muscle it around. Can't let the BAC get up. Bummer, but it is what it is. Semi-sober evening with a freaking hot ass very soon to be FWB. I already foresee the 'wait, this is weird' tonight, and then her regretting it and trying to break my dick off inside her next time I see her. Patience is a virtue of kings. Either way we're going to a concert that will be great. I love the Bastard Suns.
Fucking rocked my Cockpit Procedure Trainer (CPT) today. Even though I had to come in on a Saturday, I still did awesome. BUT, I have my final CPT on Monday...at fucking 0530. Good thing it's so early, I'll be able to go home and study for my exam the next day. Hooray. I'll have a beer now, thank you very much.
The theme this week is short hair, so technically this fits, but c'mon. Even the guys on this board gotta admit that at one point they've had a man crush on Travis Pastrana;
I'm done biting my tongue. Has no one fucking noticed the rep reset? It was supposed to be a wake up call, and I say this for one reason... the 'members boobies/booties' threads are sitting like the Titanic at the bottom of the permanent threads section. Get to work people!!!
Cannot wait to close this place down and crack open a bottle of gin today. Tinker with the Z car's motor for a bit, crank the White Stripes and drink myself silly until someone decides to come pick me up for the evening. Also, keep the pictures coming.
No man crush, I just want his job. The Nitro Circus crew looks like an awesome way to spend a summer. Back flip a monster truck? Hell yeah. NASCAR through a city? Sign me up. Plus, they don't have to pay for when they fuck up the car/bike/whatever. In fact, they get paid to do it. God damn am I jealous. In other news, the bachelor's life is wonderful. I just swapped the rubber and brakes on my bike - in my living room. It's times like this that I don't mind living alone. edit: whoops, wrong image. Spoiler
So last night, after coming home from a friends house where I drank a rather large amount (and where I puked), I was all set to type the obligatory "omg i am so drunkknkknnknkk" post here, when suddenly I started puking EVERYWHERE. All over my room and laptop. It was fucking awful and I pretty much sprinted to the bathroom, while at the same time trying not to wake anybody up. Luckily for me, most of what I was throwing up was just water, as I had downed a ton after I puked the first time. But now, as I hardly had any water in me, I have a hangover. And the fambly is coming over in about an hour. Oh boy.
Thank god I have the computer for a couple of minutes. Someone here has been watching the damn royal wedding in Sweden all morning. I have compensated by eating an entire box of Cracklin Oat Bran. The poop must flow...
So much for the forecast of a sunny day. The sky is all clouded over and it's been thundering for the last 20 minutes. The best part? I don't care. In a little over 3 hours a few friends and I are making our way an hour and a half south to eat at Wingstop and hit the bars. No solid plan, which is the way I like it, but I'm sure we'll make it to the piano bar and most likely also to one that has an awesome mug special ($10 and you can refill your mug 7 times.) It's been over a month since we've done this and I'm looking forward to it. If I'm on the board later on tonight it will be from my phone and I apologize in advance for anything I may say or do.
Having a cookout tonight at the house, or at least thats the plan. I just bought some ground beef and some brats, but were not really sure who will be coming over. We better at least have a few friends over here. Either way though I will probably be getting really good and drunk...I have a feeling my night will include some single malt before all is said and done. Also, I had some Bangers and Mash for lunch with a Leinenkugel's Berry Weiss, it was pretty tasty.
I've been slowly healing since my boarding crash last week, grabbed the board while at work and just had a few minutes to take it for a rip while between jobs. Holy monkey tits, my legs feel like hell. I battered them worse than I figured and it's not the wounds, it's the bones and joints that are complaining. Fuuuuuuuck. Tonight, I shall be drinking. Crown floats at my roommates GF's sisters 18th birthday party - should be a good time. If not, I'll make it a good time.
90 degrees out...not bad that I only had to work for a few hours outside at base, now I'm ready to get into some Bell's Oberon Ale. Supposed to be seeing an above average 80's cover band tonight, luckily they always seem to bring out the hot, desperate cougars.
I'm watching the Dodgers/Red Sox game on mute, so I don't have to listen to fucking Tim McCarver ramble, and listening to Eminem's new CD, which is pretty damn good. Oh yeah, and drinking a case of bud light by myself. Classy. My first "real" job starts Monday, and I'm gonna be working a shitload, so I gotta enjoy these lazy as fuck days while I can...
The girlfriend's best friend (who, it should be noted for context, is also my friend and who I knew before either of us had met the ball and chain) is coming chez moi and I am currently pantsless. I am hoping to procrastinate on this issue for as long as possible. Hopefully she doesn't try to climb over my balcony and waltz through the door into my apartment.