Sunshine, Sex, and Drunken Fun . . . what more can a guy ask for?
I thought that would be a good title for our upcoming Puerto Vallarta trip. Every time the thought pops into my mind I can't help but smile and giggle to myself like a giddy little school girl. This vacation couldn't possibly happen at a better time this year. Here are the reasons why . . .
1) Just made two big pops that pay for my whole trip as well as my Vegas trip.
2) It works perfect with our auction schedule so I am not putting a lot of weight on my Father and Brother.
3) I should have enough spending money to really enjoy myself.
4) My confidence is up and I'm ready to rock.
5) I am conditioning my mind as we speak to get ready to do things that I wouldn't normally do. Nothing dangerous, but I'm trying to break the walls that my inhibitions have created so I can come back with some worthy tales to tell y'all.
Hopefully is Gregg, Ben, Nate, Brendon, and I, all feed off eachother's energy we should be able to fly past any anxiousness or nervousness that might muster up in our body during our 6 days in Mexico. I think it will.
Plus I think that after we get back from Mexico and, soon-to-follow, my Vegas trip (which I leave on the 23rd), I will be ready to really indulge into the antique business. I've been thinking lately that it is time to start looking harder into the future. And I want to buy a house as soon as possible. Very reachable in my current position.
Well . . . let's go!
And remember guys . . .
Trent: You know what you are? You're like a big bear with claws and with fangs...
Sue: ...big fucking teeth, man.
Trent: Yeah... big fuckin' teeth on ya'. And she's just like this little bunny, who's just kinda cowering in the corner.
Sue: Shivering.
Trent: Yeah, man just kinda... you know, you got these claws and you're staring at these claws and your thinking to yourself, and with these claws you're thinking, "How am I supposed to kill this bunny, how am I supposed to kill this bunny?"
Sue: And you're poking at it, you're poking at it...
Trent: Yeah, you're not hurting it. You're just kinda gently batting the bunny around, you know what I mean? And the bunny's scared Mike, the bunny's scared of you, shivering.
Sue: And you got these fucking claws and these fangs...
Trent: And you got these fucking claws and these fangs, man! And you're looking at your claws and you're looking at your fangs. And you're thinking to yourself, you don't know what to do, man. "I don't know how to kill the bunny." With *this* you don't know how to kill the bunny, do you know what I mean?
Sue: You're like a big bear, man.
Mike: So you're not just like fucking with me?
Trent: No I'm not fucking with you.
Sue: Honestly, man.
1) Just made two big pops that pay for my whole trip as well as my Vegas trip.
2) It works perfect with our auction schedule so I am not putting a lot of weight on my Father and Brother.
3) I should have enough spending money to really enjoy myself.
4) My confidence is up and I'm ready to rock.
5) I am conditioning my mind as we speak to get ready to do things that I wouldn't normally do. Nothing dangerous, but I'm trying to break the walls that my inhibitions have created so I can come back with some worthy tales to tell y'all.
Hopefully is Gregg, Ben, Nate, Brendon, and I, all feed off eachother's energy we should be able to fly past any anxiousness or nervousness that might muster up in our body during our 6 days in Mexico. I think it will.
Plus I think that after we get back from Mexico and, soon-to-follow, my Vegas trip (which I leave on the 23rd), I will be ready to really indulge into the antique business. I've been thinking lately that it is time to start looking harder into the future. And I want to buy a house as soon as possible. Very reachable in my current position.
Well . . . let's go!
And remember guys . . .
Trent: You know what you are? You're like a big bear with claws and with fangs...
Sue: ...big fucking teeth, man.
Trent: Yeah... big fuckin' teeth on ya'. And she's just like this little bunny, who's just kinda cowering in the corner.
Sue: Shivering.
Trent: Yeah, man just kinda... you know, you got these claws and you're staring at these claws and your thinking to yourself, and with these claws you're thinking, "How am I supposed to kill this bunny, how am I supposed to kill this bunny?"
Sue: And you're poking at it, you're poking at it...
Trent: Yeah, you're not hurting it. You're just kinda gently batting the bunny around, you know what I mean? And the bunny's scared Mike, the bunny's scared of you, shivering.
Sue: And you got these fucking claws and these fangs...
Trent: And you got these fucking claws and these fangs, man! And you're looking at your claws and you're looking at your fangs. And you're thinking to yourself, you don't know what to do, man. "I don't know how to kill the bunny." With *this* you don't know how to kill the bunny, do you know what I mean?
Sue: You're like a big bear, man.
Mike: So you're not just like fucking with me?
Trent: No I'm not fucking with you.
Sue: Honestly, man.