some folks is weied... just strange... and i am no different. like the xxx, who taught me about whorish, smoggin outfits, when ur old boss stopped cheatin smogs, when he had to start double clampin wires... nothing says, ur gonna have a happy ending, like a trashy, smoggin outfit. and last night, g has this skanky night thing on that may as well say
-outfit
fuck me santa fuck me santa
who am i to defy my lady? nature?
so of course imma make the butcher's daughter, work for her prime rib... and things are happening that i don't even get in moist dreams.
i mean, she's shown me i ate the pepperidge farm cookie bag, in one sitting... so she brings the beef jerky... sweet and spicy... BOTH! she brings cran grape... reminds me i forgot to buy water, or filters... and asks
-ask
will there be any thing else.... DADDY!
-sc
emph... tryin to sleep... bitch!
and she brings hot tea and a warm wash cloth... just a first class lay... shyt! sorry... i meant lady.
so i do the ol grizzly, log roll onto my... STOMACH... that says
-grizzly
baby, u are going... to work for this... bitch, I'm neither cheap... nor easy... and u ain't sacraficed no sacred cow for me, yet... besides the jerky.
and she starts with the feet... mmmmm... yes... even with THE TOE!!! [local children run in horror, which is why there are only 2 kids in the entire valley, under the age of crackhead]...
and she's workin the bum knees, the jodhpers... even the cracked heal... BOTH! starts bein a bum rubber... goes for my...
OMFG THAT FUCKING WEINERDOG! and the bitch wants to play fetch! and so does the weinerdog! and i have become atv offroad for xbox 2020... far as the bitch and weinerdog are concerned and my pilgrim is as hard as Plymouth caulk. no lie... i was ten feet tall, made of granite (that would b a FEMA 1.5 incher, but it's logarithmic as y'all know so i couldn't be prouder of my ten)... and the bitch and the dog are not tiring and it was 15hrs, beer to beer, for me, boys and girls let me tell ewe, i was exhausted... and she says... roll over so i can rub your tummy... and YEEEHHEESSSS, MA'AM... that fucking weinerdog, got tummy rumbs from the smokin hottest, flat ironed, shaved, perfumed fuckin smoggin outfitted (minus the boots) g, you ever saw!!! and i fucking fell asleep!!!
THIS.... THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE! , PEOPLE... THIS IS MY LIFE!!! oh... my lovely g... and THAT GOD DAM, DOG BLOCKING, WEINERDOG! people... my junk is not to be baggered! that dog, might run away, in a rich neighborhood, or in the hills... sooner than later. I'm no monster... summer is coming. i didn't say i-40 and the yotes r only gonna get bigger... plus, she got a low center of gravity, for off roadin, anyway and she likes ridin in the milk crate (bless u, ador farms; another dutchy, dairy... imagine that), on the one banger...
i could kill that weinerdog and ehen china takes over, won't even be a crime to eat the bitch... and the weinerdog.
soooo... pist... and my balls ache. that's diesel's fault, too. sigh.
time to get to work... I'm so far back from catchin up... y'all should just leave me behind; stick to the code, as it were. i will, eventually... i just know i wrote a scary thing, yesterday... I'd b smoked, if i were THE MAN/short version... and i prolly freaked a few peeps out.
but y'all still get a bedtime story... and that was.
gooday, folks! gotta git two stewin off the... and the pot. i am going to kill that god dam dog!
hooch was a bro
he knew exactly when it was time to go
i just left a tiffany bracelet on the doorknob
and he knew...
so he would take up 90% of a kingsize bed and just fucking lay there, squeezing me off on humpdays... like the pile of brindle shit he was.
man... i miss my hooch. especially when my weiner, pulls this dogcrap.
i need coffee. anyone for coffee? fuck you.