Unless I listen to those Goddamn dickheads in the ties and the bikes and the helmets when they tell me I need to straighten my life out. I mean, you wear a clip on tie dude, you can eat my dickhole. I just found out they sell that shit in stores! I mean, eff yeah!
My apartment is now spotless. SPOTLESS. I don't get what women are always complaining about. Cleaning is fun as long as you have a small army worth of booze. If my landlord tries to keep any part of my deposit, however, I will shove a filth-caked paper towel down his throat.
Had a landlord who fucked us over on the cleaning deposit. He had a big burn mark on his face and a fucked-up hand. For Christmas, we mailed him a Zippo.
BANNED! I actually am not looking forward to this game. Its the wounded animal in the corner game. I turned down free tickets too. Fuck.
I had season tickets to the Panthers 1-15 season. I am irrevocably optimistic. Though, out of all the NFC South division teams, I respect Saints fans the most. We should make this fun though. The board's only Panthers fan is open to wagers.
Polished off my home made wine. Switched to gin and tonic after getting stood up by a 'bootay call'. Okay the goddamn rat with antlers is back in my yard. Eating the mushrooms growing all over. Fuck you, i hate you deer. Bluedog, give me your wisdom: Do I shoot the doe tonight or wait another week for rut season and get the buck.
Hey, my old saying is "if nothin else, you'll scare up deer for tomorrow morning"! Course, I normally only bulleye rabbits, but YEAH!
You can't eat antlers darlin. Shoot the doe tonight, get you some Tink's #69 and shoot the buck later.
I forgot how good whiskey tasted. With Coke it tasted like nothing. Maybe I should have gotten blackout.