Taco Mail
Well, tonight we went to our favorite dive bar and met up with Motorcycle Mike and his new girlfriend. We all got on pretty good, though the DJ was playing some shitty ass music. He did play "Ring of Fire" at Chester's request, but that was the only Johnny Cash song the lousy DJ claimed to have.
After two painfully bad games of pool we sat around and chatted some. I only had one drink, Sue's specialty, the "1-900-Fuck-Me-Up." It wasn't as strong as I remember, but I wasn't set out to get drunk tonight.
We got loud and sang some songs, even Biz Markie's "Youuuu. You got what I NEEEEED...but you say he's just a friend..." that was good times. But the times would get much better, kiddies.
Chester and I have been discussing a plan for quite a while, and tonight, under the Full Moon, the plan came to fruition.
We drove to New London and purchased three (3) hard tacos to be placed in Laura's mailbox. Everyone in her family would appreciate that, we thought. So we got the greasy little bastards and drove to her street. We silently got out of the car and delicately placed the three tacos in the mailbox, just waiting to be discovered. Oh, and we filmed the whole thing. I'd put it on YouTube, but the technology we used was old-school mini VHS tape.
No video, but here is a picture:
My life is sometimes awesome.
After two painfully bad games of pool we sat around and chatted some. I only had one drink, Sue's specialty, the "1-900-Fuck-Me-Up." It wasn't as strong as I remember, but I wasn't set out to get drunk tonight.
We got loud and sang some songs, even Biz Markie's "Youuuu. You got what I NEEEEED...but you say he's just a friend..." that was good times. But the times would get much better, kiddies.
Chester and I have been discussing a plan for quite a while, and tonight, under the Full Moon, the plan came to fruition.
We drove to New London and purchased three (3) hard tacos to be placed in Laura's mailbox. Everyone in her family would appreciate that, we thought. So we got the greasy little bastards and drove to her street. We silently got out of the car and delicately placed the three tacos in the mailbox, just waiting to be discovered. Oh, and we filmed the whole thing. I'd put it on YouTube, but the technology we used was old-school mini VHS tape.
No video, but here is a picture:
My life is sometimes awesome.