"Jerking off is cheating on your wife."
--my jackass brother
Well this weekend was, shall we say, "interesting". Friday was spent doing not much of anything. Seems I have been exhausted when I get home every nite from work and last Friday was no exception.
Saturday I woke early, got all packed up, donned my motorcycle stuff and when I hit the start button.... nuthin'. I believe my battery has bitten the proverbial dust. So I had to drive over to the 'sack to see the family unit. This was a bit of a blessing in disguise as I took a slightly different route which enabled me to see two newborn fawns on my way over. So that was nice.
Hanging with my bro is weird now. He has become a born-againer and is really a totally different person than he used to be (as you can see from the quote above). Long story short, we were up until midnight talking about how I am going to hell because I don't believe the baby Jeebus is the "Son of God", that rubbing one out is the same as cheating, that sex is for procreation only and all that jazz. I just wish that certain sects of most religions could practice some tolerance for other forms of faith. I did find it amusing to point out that he managed to partake in all forms of pre-marital, non-procreative goodness without having the world collapse. Oh well... whatchagonnado?
So Sunday, I jammed out of there like a bat out of hell to head home to hang with my sweetie. Which is MUCH more pleasant, let me tell you. We didn't get to hike but did have some fun just kicking it. I planted three new trees at our place and generally had a great time.
Monday we went for a hike, which was okay but a bit too hot for my sweetness. I then cleaned my car (loaning it to my brother-in-law later this week) and read most of a book. That was my 4th weekend.
One observation: Why is it that women on Harley's can't seem to drive anywhere even approaching the speed limit? I swear I got stuck behind more Harley chicks going 40 in a 65 than I thought possible this weekend. If you are on a bike, you should be embarassed as a motherfucker to get passed by me in my Grand Cherokee. Pathetic.
So there you have it. The McFly experience. Aren't you glad you came?
--my jackass brother
Well this weekend was, shall we say, "interesting". Friday was spent doing not much of anything. Seems I have been exhausted when I get home every nite from work and last Friday was no exception.
Saturday I woke early, got all packed up, donned my motorcycle stuff and when I hit the start button.... nuthin'. I believe my battery has bitten the proverbial dust. So I had to drive over to the 'sack to see the family unit. This was a bit of a blessing in disguise as I took a slightly different route which enabled me to see two newborn fawns on my way over. So that was nice.
Hanging with my bro is weird now. He has become a born-againer and is really a totally different person than he used to be (as you can see from the quote above). Long story short, we were up until midnight talking about how I am going to hell because I don't believe the baby Jeebus is the "Son of God", that rubbing one out is the same as cheating, that sex is for procreation only and all that jazz. I just wish that certain sects of most religions could practice some tolerance for other forms of faith. I did find it amusing to point out that he managed to partake in all forms of pre-marital, non-procreative goodness without having the world collapse. Oh well... whatchagonnado?
So Sunday, I jammed out of there like a bat out of hell to head home to hang with my sweetie. Which is MUCH more pleasant, let me tell you. We didn't get to hike but did have some fun just kicking it. I planted three new trees at our place and generally had a great time.
Monday we went for a hike, which was okay but a bit too hot for my sweetness. I then cleaned my car (loaning it to my brother-in-law later this week) and read most of a book. That was my 4th weekend.
One observation: Why is it that women on Harley's can't seem to drive anywhere even approaching the speed limit? I swear I got stuck behind more Harley chicks going 40 in a 65 than I thought possible this weekend. If you are on a bike, you should be embarassed as a motherfucker to get passed by me in my Grand Cherokee. Pathetic.
So there you have it. The McFly experience. Aren't you glad you came?
what's the 'sack? you call your parents' house a nutsack?
ha ha though - good entry! A+!