Yesterday I met the absolute worst cokehead ever. I also met a guy who is getting "Southern by the grace of God" tattooed on his wrist. This is opposed to his other tattoo idea: a confederate flag on his shoulder. And he was talking about how drunk he is going to get before he gets the tattoo. Guh.
Needless to say, we got the hell out of the cokehead/redneck apartment real fast.
Tonight I'm headed to the lake to fish and drink beer; in other words, get in touch with my own redneck roots.
PS I just realized that what i am wearing is kinda hilarious in a cross fashion genre kinda way: flip flops, frat boy type plain khaki shorts, and my black and pink Blood Brothers shirt. Oh yeah, I rule.
Needless to say, we got the hell out of the cokehead/redneck apartment real fast.
Tonight I'm headed to the lake to fish and drink beer; in other words, get in touch with my own redneck roots.
PS I just realized that what i am wearing is kinda hilarious in a cross fashion genre kinda way: flip flops, frat boy type plain khaki shorts, and my black and pink Blood Brothers shirt. Oh yeah, I rule.
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to redneck: hey, a gay biracial couple in short shorts! look over there!
to cokehead: look, a mirror! do blow & talk about yourself to yourself!
*RUNS*
I almost did a real bad thing with Claire.. it was terrible. She is all snuggled up to me.. and I'm thinking.. "I really don't want to do this.. at all. Yes.. she is cuddly, and has a damned nice body... but that face could turn all of me (minus my cock) to stone if I were to look at it long enough."
It wasn't too bad of a time once that fucking hick left though.. I got pretty smashed. Woohoo.