Judas, Peter, and the Pool too.
It was so damn hot today. What a time for my AC to break. And of course, when I say AC, I mean that pagan flute player named Clarence (i'm pretty sure he's gay) that follows me around waving a palm leaf in front of my face to create a sort of breeze. Anyway, Judas was over for some brownies and this Clarence fellow accidentally knocked Judas' Mountain Dew off of a TV table. Judas responded in a way that I'm sure seemed rational at the time, breaking both of the slaves legs with a nearby golfclub. A 7 iron, if my memory serves.
So anyway, Judas and I had our brownies, and then ended up going to the pool. I was praying to god that peter wouldn't be there, because if there's one thing that's an absolute buzzkill, it's having to talk to his bitch ass. Sure enough though, there he was in the deep-end of the pool, playing "priests and schoolboys" with a bunch of neighborhood kids. There was something just a little bit off about it. He was too enraptured to notice us though - thank the lord - but the screams and giggles that kept coming from that end of the pool got real annoying after a while.
We didn't have to deal with the noise for that long though, because i swear we hadn't been in the fucking pool for more than 5 minutes when someone yells "DONKEY!" and we all have to get out. How a fucking donkey got into the swimming pool, i haven't the slightest clue...but that shit quagged me out like crazy. Then this crazy roman guy came running over to the edge of the pool crying and screaming at the donkey, which was apparently named Gomez. Who knows what he was saying. They finally got the damn thing out of the pool, but then of course the water had to be drained so they could sterilize the whole thing and what not. Anyway, Judas and I just said "Fuck it" and went and got some taco bell.
Just thinking about chalupas is making me ravenous. Peace the fuck out.
J-Unit
Oh Yeah, P fucking S - Larry, can you get off my nuts about your shitty ass little carpenter business? I mean, that's real noble work you little jewish dupes are doing down there...but just because I worked there a couple summers during high school while i was trying to scrape together money for booze and bitches doesn't mean i'm going to start giving handouts now that i'm famous and shit. Did you forget about that time you and Carl though it would be funny to staple me to that gypsy conestoga? Oh yeah, cause I sure as hell didn't. Jerkface.
So anyway, Judas and I had our brownies, and then ended up going to the pool. I was praying to god that peter wouldn't be there, because if there's one thing that's an absolute buzzkill, it's having to talk to his bitch ass. Sure enough though, there he was in the deep-end of the pool, playing "priests and schoolboys" with a bunch of neighborhood kids. There was something just a little bit off about it. He was too enraptured to notice us though - thank the lord - but the screams and giggles that kept coming from that end of the pool got real annoying after a while.
We didn't have to deal with the noise for that long though, because i swear we hadn't been in the fucking pool for more than 5 minutes when someone yells "DONKEY!" and we all have to get out. How a fucking donkey got into the swimming pool, i haven't the slightest clue...but that shit quagged me out like crazy. Then this crazy roman guy came running over to the edge of the pool crying and screaming at the donkey, which was apparently named Gomez. Who knows what he was saying. They finally got the damn thing out of the pool, but then of course the water had to be drained so they could sterilize the whole thing and what not. Anyway, Judas and I just said "Fuck it" and went and got some taco bell.
Just thinking about chalupas is making me ravenous. Peace the fuck out.
J-Unit
Oh Yeah, P fucking S - Larry, can you get off my nuts about your shitty ass little carpenter business? I mean, that's real noble work you little jewish dupes are doing down there...but just because I worked there a couple summers during high school while i was trying to scrape together money for booze and bitches doesn't mean i'm going to start giving handouts now that i'm famous and shit. Did you forget about that time you and Carl though it would be funny to staple me to that gypsy conestoga? Oh yeah, cause I sure as hell didn't. Jerkface.