There are times I've drank and wished a headache was all I had 24 hours later. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to go herd some crabs.
Stuck with my brother in a hotel in West Palm Beach, drinking Budweisers because that's the best we could find right now. Can't wait to get back to NC.
Got the OK from the lady on the pick up. Blue dog, got an extra gun rack? In other news, what the fuck? Volvo is now trying to sell cars based on the fact that the faggot from Twilight drives one.
Dude. West Palm Beach as fun as shit. The beer selection sucks ass...I'll give you that...but assuming you're 21 or have an ID there are some easy platinum blond sluts to be had.
Yeah, like maybe her fucking EVERYTHING ELSE! Her voice sounds like two squirrels gangbanging that chick from the Nanny's vocal cords.
I don't own ONE gun rack! While yall are chewing on that, I'm gonna fucking open a nice bottle of Red Diamond Cabernet Saurvinon. El Cheap-o, but it doesn;t taste half bad.
Is there some SMS alert that can be set to trigger anytime our handle is mentioned on the internet? Cause you sure got here quick. Anyways, how do you transport your guns?
She's adorable as hell, but I have to admit if she had a more typical female voice, I wouldn't be that "wowed away." The voice does it for me, even if it sounds like gangbanging squirrels. Random thought: doesn't a gangbang have to consist of at least 4 parties? Is there a rule on that?
I don't really know what that first sentence means, but the other shit is carried and stored in cases. Isn't SMS that fucking leather and chainy sex shit? Homey don't play dat, yo. Do you know what I am saying? The tonsels are buttfuckin each of the squirrels while they lick the vocal chords' gouch. Is this really that hard to understand? What the fuck do yall learn in 3rd period English?
Just finished watching Strikeforce, waiting an hour for Sengoku. Those are MMA promotions, hillbillys. In the mean time, I'm playing four sit n' go's at once, listening to terrible pop music (Royksopp, for those that care), typing this, and drinking an Old Milwaukee and a Rev at the same time, alternating sips. Rev's are vodka energy drinks. Non-bar fridays are pretty queer.
I'm over 21 and have a girlfriend. I'm not saying West Palm Beach sucks, but the reason we're here is to help our Grandfather move a lot of stuff, which involves us getting up early tomorrow. Which means we're getting drunk in a hotel room, shooting the shit because we only see each other twice a year at best. Which is awesome. And the beer still sucks ass.
Don't be frightened by our technology. Sure those voices coming out of your cell-phone alarm you, but not to worry. And I know you don't understand how we send our fancy written word to your "mobile phone". But hey, you can just hop out of your boat, and shoot some geese to relieve your worries.
Say it wit me now- Te-keey-la. Som. Mon. Yay. He got made at me cause I wouldn't drink the tequila like conjack or however the fuck you spell that hennessy shit. Some. Li-ey! I know techonolgy, but if you think for one second I'm gonna be your gimp, you got another thing comin! Stay awy from me you freaky German, you!
Yes that's exactly what it means. I just found out some friends are coming over tomorrow to shoot on our range. I was told to get ready to show them up. I love firearms. (No I don't have a gun rack either)