Another Week
So here I sit. Saturday at 1:17 according to this computer clock that plays a little bit slow. Why should I show up at work later when I really don't want to go?
I was hanging out with the American Dagoe Frog after work last night. We went to a bar we hadn't been to before down on Washington. Was OK. Nothing to write home about. Tipping always weirds me out. I left the bartender a buck fifty for the two drinks I bought for myself and ADF.
We hung out at work for a while after we were all done. They gave me food and some sparkling wine because I get paid dick there. Being a busboy really sucks. My little brother gets paid more than me and he's not at such an embarassing age to be living at home.
Damn.
I told the Uber Wop that it's been a month since my birthday and I haven't been to a jug bar yet.
Speaking of jugs. Red and I went to lunch at Star II and the lady who was the waitress when my cousin graduated served us. She has big jugs. I find this attractive.
Though big jugs have not eluded me all together in this crappy so called life big perkums have. She has big perkums.
After stuffing our guts we went to this crappy CD store in the River Oaks Plaza. That reminds me there's some kind of Mike Judge Animation Fest at the midnight movie. Super Sweet. My date with a bunch of naked ladies dim lit jugs will have to wait another day...Unless I go now...Nah that would take what seems like effort...I'm not big on effort.
Oh yeah after the crappy CD store we went to Cactus. I listened to some hippie in queer clothing emo music at one of the listening stations. I didn't see the adult section. It used to be on the wall by the drama stuff. I would often times pretend to be scouring through the drama movies until seemingly unbeknownst to me, I'm all the sudden where a bunch of dirty movies are. Tee hee.
I check out the cult movies, cause cult movies rock.
My shampoo no longer comes out of a duck.
I was hanging out with the American Dagoe Frog after work last night. We went to a bar we hadn't been to before down on Washington. Was OK. Nothing to write home about. Tipping always weirds me out. I left the bartender a buck fifty for the two drinks I bought for myself and ADF.
We hung out at work for a while after we were all done. They gave me food and some sparkling wine because I get paid dick there. Being a busboy really sucks. My little brother gets paid more than me and he's not at such an embarassing age to be living at home.
Damn.
I told the Uber Wop that it's been a month since my birthday and I haven't been to a jug bar yet.
Speaking of jugs. Red and I went to lunch at Star II and the lady who was the waitress when my cousin graduated served us. She has big jugs. I find this attractive.
Though big jugs have not eluded me all together in this crappy so called life big perkums have. She has big perkums.
After stuffing our guts we went to this crappy CD store in the River Oaks Plaza. That reminds me there's some kind of Mike Judge Animation Fest at the midnight movie. Super Sweet. My date with a bunch of naked ladies dim lit jugs will have to wait another day...Unless I go now...Nah that would take what seems like effort...I'm not big on effort.
Oh yeah after the crappy CD store we went to Cactus. I listened to some hippie in queer clothing emo music at one of the listening stations. I didn't see the adult section. It used to be on the wall by the drama stuff. I would often times pretend to be scouring through the drama movies until seemingly unbeknownst to me, I'm all the sudden where a bunch of dirty movies are. Tee hee.
I check out the cult movies, cause cult movies rock.
My shampoo no longer comes out of a duck.