barf

I just got back form another weekend in Maine. Another good time as always. I got a sweet wife beater tan riding around in the Jeep. It was white trash fest 04 up in that piece. I also saw a white kid with a Wu Tang tattoo. I think Tabitha wanted him. Anywat, it started pouring while we were at dinner so we got to drive 25 miles home in the torrential downpour with the top down. That was kind of a bitch. I felt like George Clooney and Marky Mark.
I went to Kennebunkport but didn't see the Bushes. I was a bit disappointed ("More wine Babs, wouldn't be prudent.") there were about a million tadpoles in the pond, so I felt like i was swimming around in a big pool of God's cum. On a lighter note, I did get to roll around with all of the dogs and cats whicjh always makes me happy.

P.S. - The sunburn has hampered my bowling, and it's really pissing me off.