Whachoo Got For Me Honey?
I buried my favorite this past week. She was seventy-seven. No more spanking and being called "crazy" by a bi-polar schizophrenic. I had to go above and beyond job duties and do things for the funeral, including picking out the corpse's clothing, pick up personal effects, drop off said things, speak at the funeral, and be a pallbearer. You hear me Square!? I want a medal! You still owe for the hemorrhoid!
My grandmother fell and broke her leg. Whoopee! Rob has had a great week!
Alex and I attempted to go to my first wet t-shirt contest. The jackass DJ decided it would be a good idea to continually push back the start time while playing mostly shitty music. We left before it started. In the time it should have started and when we left, I could have talked 5 women into showing me their tits or convinced one of them to come home with me.
I hate having emotions. For every love-there is a hate. For every joy-there is a despair.
On the plus side: I still love Jonathan Coulton.
My grandmother fell and broke her leg. Whoopee! Rob has had a great week!
Alex and I attempted to go to my first wet t-shirt contest. The jackass DJ decided it would be a good idea to continually push back the start time while playing mostly shitty music. We left before it started. In the time it should have started and when we left, I could have talked 5 women into showing me their tits or convinced one of them to come home with me.
I hate having emotions. For every love-there is a hate. For every joy-there is a despair.
On the plus side: I still love Jonathan Coulton.