Wooooo, its been a while.
Lets recapor cap for those of you who arent me.
My balls have stopped hurting finally. All the boys needed was a little TLC. Those of you who were worried, fear not.
BB is done for the summer and I cannot express how relieved I am. Working there just fills me with a hatred for all people. They could drive a man to act upon his feelings *wink wink*. But I am free again which brings me to my next topic.
IL. I work with IL during the summer months and make and pooop load of money there. Ive been with the company for about seven years now and it has been a learning experience to say the least. I attribute much of my manhood to them. I would have turned out to be a pussy if they hadnt laid their gentle hand of testosterone on my head. Beer and bitches is our slogan this year. At the end of a long day I stand in the shower and put it on cold to wash the stench of disgusting pig off me. We do what we must to survive.
Friday was another day wasted on the slave truck (IL). After a shower and frantically searching my house for some fundage, McHigs and I went for a beer run. 12 dollars doesnt get you a lot but it does get you shitty beer and a nice hangover. I Went to Vixens house that night and proceeded to piss her off. I apologize. Turk and I were being to manly and nasty for her taste. Far be it from her to FUCKING SAY SOMETHING. Or clarify her feelings. I listen, I really do. Anyfuck, the night was enjoyably retarded and I stayed up until 4, only to be at work at 5:30. Natural Ice can suck my balls clean! Never again. Never again
I had about fifteen beers at the last job on Saturday. Bossman bought. Happy was Kyle. When I was thoroughly retarded and we got home I had to deal with my mother. Fun stuff let me tell you. BUT, she informed me that she and my sister we leaving for dinner and that I was on my own. At first I yelled SCORE at the top of my lungs, but then realizing that I couldnt cook was an immediate downer. So I stopped over Mikes to see what he was up to and it just so happened that his family was having a cookout. SCORE But the condition was that I had to play football first. Football after a 12 hour day was definitely amusing, that and constantly moving to keep the gnats from biting my flesh off. I had the shat beat out of me. Apparently it was Tackle Kyle Until He Bleeds day. Fucked up my knee I did, I did. It was well worth it after I ate a hearty meal and made a plethora of sexually suggestive comments at the table. Fuck manners! But sometimes they are nessesary. Those comments will never get old or be immature no matter what you Bandersnatches say.
Sunday was a waste but I need some recoup time. Slept for a long while and had some wonderful dreams that I cant remember. All I can say is that they were wonderful. I wasnt planning on having people over BUT one thing led to another and before I knew it, Mike and Mel were on their way to New Jersey for some goodns. FUCK SUNDAY and unopened liquor stores. CHRIST DRANK TOO YOU KNOW! Making people drive far to get fucked up is not cool. Not cool. But it was worth it when that first shot went down. I love me some Jagermeister. Carmel color added. I was very strunk. I also love the Grand Teetons and Lake Titicaca.
Memories and nipples:
He is a fiend!
I cant believe she let me. Well done sir, well done.
Near complete annihilation. POOOF!
That's what the end of the night looked like for some odd reason.
Lets recapor cap for those of you who arent me.
My balls have stopped hurting finally. All the boys needed was a little TLC. Those of you who were worried, fear not.
BB is done for the summer and I cannot express how relieved I am. Working there just fills me with a hatred for all people. They could drive a man to act upon his feelings *wink wink*. But I am free again which brings me to my next topic.
IL. I work with IL during the summer months and make and pooop load of money there. Ive been with the company for about seven years now and it has been a learning experience to say the least. I attribute much of my manhood to them. I would have turned out to be a pussy if they hadnt laid their gentle hand of testosterone on my head. Beer and bitches is our slogan this year. At the end of a long day I stand in the shower and put it on cold to wash the stench of disgusting pig off me. We do what we must to survive.
Friday was another day wasted on the slave truck (IL). After a shower and frantically searching my house for some fundage, McHigs and I went for a beer run. 12 dollars doesnt get you a lot but it does get you shitty beer and a nice hangover. I Went to Vixens house that night and proceeded to piss her off. I apologize. Turk and I were being to manly and nasty for her taste. Far be it from her to FUCKING SAY SOMETHING. Or clarify her feelings. I listen, I really do. Anyfuck, the night was enjoyably retarded and I stayed up until 4, only to be at work at 5:30. Natural Ice can suck my balls clean! Never again. Never again
I had about fifteen beers at the last job on Saturday. Bossman bought. Happy was Kyle. When I was thoroughly retarded and we got home I had to deal with my mother. Fun stuff let me tell you. BUT, she informed me that she and my sister we leaving for dinner and that I was on my own. At first I yelled SCORE at the top of my lungs, but then realizing that I couldnt cook was an immediate downer. So I stopped over Mikes to see what he was up to and it just so happened that his family was having a cookout. SCORE But the condition was that I had to play football first. Football after a 12 hour day was definitely amusing, that and constantly moving to keep the gnats from biting my flesh off. I had the shat beat out of me. Apparently it was Tackle Kyle Until He Bleeds day. Fucked up my knee I did, I did. It was well worth it after I ate a hearty meal and made a plethora of sexually suggestive comments at the table. Fuck manners! But sometimes they are nessesary. Those comments will never get old or be immature no matter what you Bandersnatches say.
Sunday was a waste but I need some recoup time. Slept for a long while and had some wonderful dreams that I cant remember. All I can say is that they were wonderful. I wasnt planning on having people over BUT one thing led to another and before I knew it, Mike and Mel were on their way to New Jersey for some goodns. FUCK SUNDAY and unopened liquor stores. CHRIST DRANK TOO YOU KNOW! Making people drive far to get fucked up is not cool. Not cool. But it was worth it when that first shot went down. I love me some Jagermeister. Carmel color added. I was very strunk. I also love the Grand Teetons and Lake Titicaca.
Memories and nipples:
He is a fiend!
I cant believe she let me. Well done sir, well done.
Near complete annihilation. POOOF!
That's what the end of the night looked like for some odd reason.