Today is National Cherry Turnover Day. I'm not a fan. Tomorrow is National Chop Suey Day. I'm not a fan. And lastly, Sunday is National Toasted Marshmellow Day. Now that I fully support. Yesterday the system went down and was down for every agent in the office, all day. Computers are great and all, ya know, WHEN THEY WORK. When they decide to hiccup we are incapacitated I want to throw them in the street. Good times. What do you do when this happens? How do you fill the time?
Dinner with friends tonight, a Luau with my wife's co-workers tomorrow night, fishing on Sunday. I'm hoping this will be a proper Weekend of Drinking..... hopefully with pics to post in the Hunting and Fishing Thread. Just 4 more hours.
I keep fishing gear in my car and work just minutes away from a few lakes, so I get the hell outta there and on the water. Tomorrow I'm helping a buddy make a four tap kegerator, starting with a trip to the lumberyard to pick up some cherry boards. Should be fun.
I just leave and tell the processor to call me when shit comes back up. The fishing store I do reels for is a mile away so I go there and hang out and eat all of their chop suey, since they are all Asian they love them some chop suey. Tomorrow hopefully my new bowstring will show up and I can continue hurting my self.
If you have problems with your gag reflex the solution is to take some anal eze and rub it in the back of your throat and then no more gagging. These are the things you learn from women who work in warehouses.
Take a lot of images.......that sounds like a cool project. I know that you are always good to share your woodworking stuff, just saying.
I hope you explained to them that all they have to do is go ATM and then the penis is the applicator.
Smoking wings and drinking burboun. The weekend is off to a good start. Last "free" weekend before college football starts up. Going to 10 out of 12 games this year, going to enjoy.
Speaking of bourbon Id like to thank the person on here that suggested Four Roses single barrel. It is a smooth ass delicious bourbon.
I almost feel ashamed of myself for trying to bang a 19 year old. Almost. Spoken like a man whose warehouse does not contain lidocaine jelly or spray specifically designed for the insertion of tubes into orifices which normally do not like having things shoved into them.
I gotta ask, what in the holy living fuck would you even say to a 19 year old? How would you even go about talking to one? I can't imagine an ice breaker, or a conversation, that didn't revolve around shots and how slutty X-reality star is until one of us puked. The difference between 27 year old me and a 19 year old, six years ago wasn't too bad. A 19 year old and a 27 year old now is like the difference between me and a WWII vet. The gap now seems so insurmountable that 19-22 range might as well speak Nepalese. My go to pickup line from now on will be "Cute shoes. Do you have father issues?"