Jul 02, 2003 18:29
So I'm going down the shore, like, now. I've got a carton of smokes, a case of beer in the trunk, and a 10-year old in the passenger seat. I'm ready to go. And that is not a joke. Although it is my cousin, not the pedaphile victem to be many of you were suspecting.
Now the eternal question... will I be able to withstand the entire trip with smoking a cigarette, thus sparing my impressionable relative the second-hand lung cancer and the subconscious relation that will be made in his young mind between smoking and adulthood, or will I light one up, consequences be damned?
Only time will tell.
Who the hell am I kidding.
Anyway, I'll be MIA for the next few days. call my cell, it'll make me look cool in front of the relations. or stop on by on the 4th if you got no plans. beer for all... well only for those that I like or that pay a decent cover.
Other than that, I've got nothing else to say. It's been foot-in-the-mouth week for Pat, and lately I've been deepthroating my shin, so I'm just gonna say peace and enjoy the 4th and fuck the heat.
snoogans.