I just put Bailey on a plane to Detroit.
Funny thing is, she lives in Bean Town , so I hope to God she has a connecting flight ...
Don't let anyone persuade you otherwise; Bailey is by far, one of the most rockin', hysterical, intelligent girls you'll ever meet.
I may be biased, granted, but fuck off.
She's adorable.
And she puts up with sick friends that aren't much excitement -- THAT I really appreciate.
Also, she brought me the ultimate gift -- an Elvis snow globe!
YES!
Greasers of the world, rejoice!
For all of you that think our couple of days consisted of fast sex and cheap drinks -- well, keep on dreaming.
We played shuffleboard and hung out with Henry Winkler, aka the Fonz.
Also, we decided to learn canine grooming.
Nothing better then shaving an unsuspecting poodle while it prances by.
And when that got boring, I taught her how to throw plants [not mine, the neighbors] off the balcony.
Concussions are more fun then a barrel of monkeys.
Beer, good conversation and thumb-wrestling.
Throw in an occasional ass-beating with an egg-beater and you're good to go ...
-Scotty
PS I miss a certain sailor-mouthed wench.
Funny thing is, she lives in Bean Town , so I hope to God she has a connecting flight ...
Don't let anyone persuade you otherwise; Bailey is by far, one of the most rockin', hysterical, intelligent girls you'll ever meet.
I may be biased, granted, but fuck off.
She's adorable.
And she puts up with sick friends that aren't much excitement -- THAT I really appreciate.
Also, she brought me the ultimate gift -- an Elvis snow globe!
YES!
Greasers of the world, rejoice!
For all of you that think our couple of days consisted of fast sex and cheap drinks -- well, keep on dreaming.
We played shuffleboard and hung out with Henry Winkler, aka the Fonz.
Also, we decided to learn canine grooming.
Nothing better then shaving an unsuspecting poodle while it prances by.
And when that got boring, I taught her how to throw plants [not mine, the neighbors] off the balcony.
Concussions are more fun then a barrel of monkeys.
Beer, good conversation and thumb-wrestling.
Throw in an occasional ass-beating with an egg-beater and you're good to go ...
-Scotty
PS I miss a certain sailor-mouthed wench.
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"Wench", as in, "Damn, what a fine-looking wench. Yarrr."
I'm a pirate.
Shhh.
I hold your hatred as mere unmentionable affection.
Yo ho ho,
Scotty Blue-beard
how come you wouldnt show me yer peg-leg?
or your booty? you could have AT LEAST let me see your booty.
damn, pirates.
x marks the bailey