cuban cigars are off the hook
regarding cuban cigars:
you can't buy them
you can't sell them
you can't transport them
but if they magicly
just appear in your hand
like a gift from god
for you to smoke
there is nothin' wrong with that
also, regarding marty:
if in conversation
he ever says the words
"guess what i just did!"
it's probably bad news
i called him earlier today to tell him about a rad tee shirt that i saw that said tell your boobs to stop staring at my face. he thought that was pretty funny and i guess he needed it because he just fucked up and his suggar mamma is pretty pissed at him.
here is what he did:
he went to the bar and got drunk (what else is new right?) and then picked up a young broad and took her to a hotel room. then he called his girlfriend to tell her that he was gonna come home after a bit more time at the bar (right) and then threw down the phone and proceeded to do what drunk men do to drunk young broads at hotel rooms (we didn't really go into details).
the next day, his girlfriend told him to go check the answering machine. apparently when he threw down the phone, he didn't hang up. he recorded three extra unintended minutes! again, we didn't go into details regarding what the audio conveyed, but apparently the message was clear.
busted!
apparently he's got until his next paycheck and then she's giving him the boot. but honestly, is she really going to do it? i mean, why doesn't she just kick him out now?
nobody can kick the marty out. he's just too lovable!
when i got back to my room, i found a fat cuban cigar on my desk. my mexican roommate enrico left it as sort of a parting gift. really, i think he was just packing his bags and didn't really have room in a cigar box for them.
whetever the reason, i'm happy for free cigars! so i called marty to brag. and i called my friend anthony to come smoke it with me!
anthony and i lounged on the roof of his apartment and smoked a cuban cigar and drank beers with a lieutenant. yes, a navy lieutenant happened to come up topside and hang out with us.
we had a lot of stories to tell eachother. naturaly.
anthony's roof is nice. it's not like the roof on my old apartment. it's actualy meant for people to hang out on. it's got lawn chairs for sunbathing. and of course, he lives in a big apartment building with plenty of fine young ladies to come up and utalise those sunbathing stations.
there is no complaining in life when life is this fine - cold beer, cuban cigars, good company and plenty of scenery. and by scenery, i mean the skyline of seattle. oh man! that's some great archatecture!
i'm going to be living in the murphy apartments over the summer. i'm going to stay in a 4BR apartment with three other fine young gentlemen. well, i assume it's going to be three other fine youn gentlemen. if my luck plays out again, i'll have a 4BR apartment to myself, right? probably not. i just jinxed myself.
and whitney returns with yummy iced chai!
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you can't buy them
you can't sell them
you can't transport them
but if they magicly
just appear in your hand
like a gift from god
for you to smoke
there is nothin' wrong with that
also, regarding marty:
if in conversation
he ever says the words
"guess what i just did!"
it's probably bad news
i called him earlier today to tell him about a rad tee shirt that i saw that said tell your boobs to stop staring at my face. he thought that was pretty funny and i guess he needed it because he just fucked up and his suggar mamma is pretty pissed at him.
here is what he did:
he went to the bar and got drunk (what else is new right?) and then picked up a young broad and took her to a hotel room. then he called his girlfriend to tell her that he was gonna come home after a bit more time at the bar (right) and then threw down the phone and proceeded to do what drunk men do to drunk young broads at hotel rooms (we didn't really go into details).
the next day, his girlfriend told him to go check the answering machine. apparently when he threw down the phone, he didn't hang up. he recorded three extra unintended minutes! again, we didn't go into details regarding what the audio conveyed, but apparently the message was clear.
busted!
apparently he's got until his next paycheck and then she's giving him the boot. but honestly, is she really going to do it? i mean, why doesn't she just kick him out now?
nobody can kick the marty out. he's just too lovable!
when i got back to my room, i found a fat cuban cigar on my desk. my mexican roommate enrico left it as sort of a parting gift. really, i think he was just packing his bags and didn't really have room in a cigar box for them.
whetever the reason, i'm happy for free cigars! so i called marty to brag. and i called my friend anthony to come smoke it with me!
anthony and i lounged on the roof of his apartment and smoked a cuban cigar and drank beers with a lieutenant. yes, a navy lieutenant happened to come up topside and hang out with us.
we had a lot of stories to tell eachother. naturaly.
anthony's roof is nice. it's not like the roof on my old apartment. it's actualy meant for people to hang out on. it's got lawn chairs for sunbathing. and of course, he lives in a big apartment building with plenty of fine young ladies to come up and utalise those sunbathing stations.
there is no complaining in life when life is this fine - cold beer, cuban cigars, good company and plenty of scenery. and by scenery, i mean the skyline of seattle. oh man! that's some great archatecture!
i'm going to be living in the murphy apartments over the summer. i'm going to stay in a 4BR apartment with three other fine young gentlemen. well, i assume it's going to be three other fine youn gentlemen. if my luck plays out again, i'll have a 4BR apartment to myself, right? probably not. i just jinxed myself.
and whitney returns with yummy iced chai!
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