buff 'n' gay
sometimes i wish i could look at my own love-life with the same eyes that i use to look at my friends' love-lives. i might think that things would be a lot easier that way.
i strictly bathed ONLY in the ocean breeze for three days. it feels good to have pantene pro-v replace the campfire scent in my hair. i wrastled a buffalo. unfortunately, when i finally tackled him to the ground, he licked my face and i realized that he was too cute to shank [with my buffalo shank, because i have one of those, you know] and take back to the campsite for meat and a teepee, so i let him go. but i wrastled a buffalo, and that's all that matters.
oh, and don't forget dan informing all of our campsite neighbors of our recreational folly by screaming "you're all a bunch of stupid fucking POTHEADS!" at 10pm on the first night that we were there, storming out of the campsite shortly thereafter. classic. most enjoyable trip i've had in a while, though, and that's completely free of sarcasm.
i don't get myself sometimes.
i strictly bathed ONLY in the ocean breeze for three days. it feels good to have pantene pro-v replace the campfire scent in my hair. i wrastled a buffalo. unfortunately, when i finally tackled him to the ground, he licked my face and i realized that he was too cute to shank [with my buffalo shank, because i have one of those, you know] and take back to the campsite for meat and a teepee, so i let him go. but i wrastled a buffalo, and that's all that matters.
oh, and don't forget dan informing all of our campsite neighbors of our recreational folly by screaming "you're all a bunch of stupid fucking POTHEADS!" at 10pm on the first night that we were there, storming out of the campsite shortly thereafter. classic. most enjoyable trip i've had in a while, though, and that's completely free of sarcasm.
i don't get myself sometimes.