i dont want to go hunting this year... just buy me jeans...
Nice ones... size 8L from Abercrombie... so i can get out of doing shitty work for my dad if im wearing them. "Not in my $70 jeans!" I'll say. Honestly, having one pair of good looking jeans SUCKS! Anyway, today my dad woke me at 730 and we started loading shit into the truck and my jalopy. We headed out to tracy and had breakfast at Nation's with my aunt and two cousins. Then we drove out to the middle of nowhere between Gustine and Livingston to the duck club, only to find out that the guy running the place screwed my dad over. So we set up our decoys and shit in a dry pond and currently my dad is probably doing a raindance somewhere, very quietly. Having spent WAY too much time there, we drove back to Tracy to have some dinner at my aunt's and chill. then we came home so i could shower and get the stench of cow shit and mosquito repellant off my hide. Fuck hunting. I've lost interest. At least i can come home to my comp and talk to some cool people. Goodnight everyone!
Michael Rene
Michael Rene