Monday, November 24, 2008
Can't go wrong with a bartender...
Listening to Rocky Balboa trying to talk Apollo Creed out of fighting the Russian. ... I played a lot of softball this weekend and hit .750 in six games. ... I'm sick. Sore throat. Stuffed up. ... I got way smashed before I got on the plane and pictures of me ended up online. That's never a good thing. ... Met a bartender. That's always a good thing. ... I'm back on Alex's couch. ... Craig gave me cold medicine and is in love with an Asian. ... Phoenix is a place I need to be more often. ... I don't really need any Christmas presents unless it's shoes or a bat. ... Do you have a Q-tip? ... I've been promised a haircut. ... I was tanked on the plane thanks to Trenni. ... I'm a fool for lucious lips and nice eyes. ... And a brain. ... And brain. ... There is a new sex blog on deck, so check back for that soon. It will have to do with rough/take-control type of shit. ... In the land of chicken and waffles and taco trucks. ... I don't like people who feel like they have to plan everything. I move with the wind. ... Sometimes I'm horny, and then sometimes I'm not. ... Normally I am, though. ... Benny = hilarious. There's no other way around it. A Mexican who acts like a white stoner and is 20 with a 35-year old girlfriend amuses me. Plus he calls all black people Obama. That might not be right, but it was funny when I heard it in casual conversation. ... My lips are chapped as fuck. ... My bag was more than 50 pounds, but I flirted with the girl at the counter and she didn't make me take anything out of it. ... This blog helps people think. I know this because many of you tell me. That's good. ... For those of you who read it as entertainment, that's good, too. ... Anyone who reads it, period, is OK with me. ... I don't have everyday access to a computer right now. But I do have everyday access to the beach. ... Don't say "Holla back." ... Do say "You can put it wherever you want." ... Don't say "T.I. is my baby daddy." He's not fucking you. ... When a girl covers her face with a pillow, that's hot. ... When a girl is loud in bed and then after acts embarrassed because her windows were wide open ... she knew the whole time. ... We BBQd carne asada in the dark Saturday. ... I need more hoodies in my life. ... No, I'm not a player and I don't have game. If you fall for me, it's mostly your doing so don't be upset at me when something goes awry. ... Here's a new slang word for you ... Dank = good. Just like dank weed. ... My finger nail split in half. ... No good movies out. ... No good titties out. ... Listening to Grand Groove by Tragedy Kadafi. ... I have an autographed picture of the Honky Tonk Man. ... My sIstEr seNdS TeXt mEssAGes LiKe tHis. It's hard to read. ... MC Breed is dead. ... The airport where I landed this morning was playing Michael Jackson. The stuff from when he was still black and had a normal nose. ... Time to shut it down. ... Listening to Southernplayalistic by OutKast. ... Be cool and keep the pimp limp in fashion.
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