sockmonkey

The clerk swings around the rack of gum, candy and gossip magazines and addresses me, "Sir, I can help you over here."
I politely turn to the woman in front of me and say, "Oh please, you go ahead. I'm in no hurry."
She smiles, thanks me, and heads to the next line. There's no way I'm leaving register 4. Not while she's working. My...
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Damn, it appears all my friends have gone away.

I think I may have an addiction. Four bikes just isn't enough. I must have more. MORE!!!

You know, I think I hate 99.999999% of the population of the WORLD!! Why is that? Why can't people just be themselves? Why is there so much shit to deal with just to meet new people? I'm so sick of tryingto go out and meet someone new when everyone is putting on this big stupid act. I hate it.

OK, if you haven't seen the Legendary Shack Shakers, go see them NOW! That was the third time I've seen them and they just get better every time I see them. Oh, I''ve had waaaaaaay tooo much to drink. Sweet.

Beer + Bike = legs feel like lead.

Crap, it's getting warm.

After a rousing Monday evening at Devils Point and a few too many drinks, some friends and I ended up doing back-flips into a nearby hedge for a good half an hour. Im still picking pieces of it out of my shoes. That was a good night.

Dammit! What was the one thing I said I wasn't going to do tonight - drink. What did I do tonight? Drank way too much. Idiot! I need to dry out, take some time and clear my mind. Sweet!

Anywhoo, now I'm drunk.

OK, I get it. I'm skinny. After 34 years, I think I'm aware of the fact that I'm thin. Believe it or not, telling me I'm skinny is not news to me. If one more person tells me how skinny I am, I'm going to fucking kill them. As if I haven't figured this out by now. The worst part is when fat people tell...
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