Tonight was the kind of night that had Lamont from Sandford and Son peddled through my living room on a unicycle, I don't think it would have phased me. As I walked outside to go get some gas, one of those wanna be to fast to furious driving motherfuckers did about 110 on my street slipping through traffic on both sides of the road. After he passed my house, I wished him loss of control over the car and a horrible, fiery death. Occassionally, I'm not a nice guy...
A mere mile down the road I drove by a 4 on 2 street fight complete with someone on the ground being kicked....awesome. While getting gas I decided to go into the convenience store to grab a late night snack. I ran into a girl I work with whose tits are so big, she can wipe her ass with them. I said hi and she pretended not to know me. Last time I get her all sweaty drunk on light beer.
I came home and went through my college email account. I have 5 years of mail saved and most of it needs to go. I found messages and pictures long forgotten. I found stories of more fantastical times. I found there is still a great deal from my past I have yet to let go. And so with that final thought, I bid you all a good night.
Cheers,
JJ
4 comments:
oF course I would, but I do that to what's going on around me. We don't need a pile of junk food to hang out, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't turn it down, but all I need is some diet soda or pop or whatever you Kinadeeans call it, and someone who can hold up their end of the coversation.
Also someone who is not a fan of the band, The Strokes.
Cheers,
JJ
There's nothing better than big sweaty ass-wiping boobies. As Alf would say, "HA!"
Willie is that you?
What's The Strokes?
I don't need junkfood either. I really enjoy a cold can of diet POP :) and some country-clean no-butter, no-salt popcorn! Conversation is good, and maybe a little action on the couch. Or sofa. Or davenport. Or divan. Or chesterfield.
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