Woo Hoo! Beach beach beach! Vacation vacation vacation! Who cares that the Saints Defense got confused and accidentally started the celebrity lineup from "Dancing With The Stars" last night? EFF YOU AARON RODGERS, I'VE GOT FRUITY COCKTAILS TO CONSUME AND PALE SKIN TO TORCH! ... AAAND I'm already hungover. Sweet! At least I put a hurting on my bottle of Old Charter so I won't be alone in my pain. Oh well, time to get 'er going I guess. Oh, and I know that this is the 9/11 anniversary weekend and everything, but lets leave that to its own thread where it can be given the serious consideration that it deserves. No need to cheapen serious conversation and reflection by mixing it with pictures of liquor bottles and hairy vaginas.
Is Lady Elaine an alcoholic? Does she have emphysema? Do I care? Nope, but I did dream about her last night. WHY IS HER NOSE SO RED????
I don't know what the hell a Lady Elaine is, but I would very much like to set her on fire and scatter her ashes in the sea. That thing is fucking scary.
I woke up at 6:30 AM and had shower beers. I'm on my way to the cottage (thankfully not driving) and I'm so ready to get fall-down, inappropriate drunk.
She's a puppet on Mr Rogers and she's generally acts like a cunt to her neighbors but they let it slide as she has cripplingly low self-esteem. Here she is threatening to throw her boomerang to change the space-time continuum or something.
I intend to spend the weekend at my parents' house - at least Saturday, then Sunday I'm heading to enjoy America's past time...the ballpark is calling. There will be consumption. Unfortunately, the person I'll be hanging with doesn't encourage such shenanigans. I'll have to teach him.
I have to go to a cocktail party Saturday night. Like a wear a suit, hold your pinky out when you drink, and blame Obama for all of the ills in the world kind of cocktail party. I think the only reasonable solution to this is to get ruinously intoxicated. That, however, will make the post cocktail party thank-you-for-doing-this-for-me-sex rather difficult. Decisions, decisions.
As I touched on in another thread, my wife is taking part in the Weekend to End Women's Cancers, so she'll be gone during the day tomorrow and on Sunday. I'm going to take advantage of that and purposely do jack shit. It feels like I haven't had a weekend to myself in a while.
Well I'm officially homeless AND jobless now. I've been looking for a new job all summer, but always assumed my current place would keep me on like they had done. Guess not, contract expires today. When I'm out of town, haven't even been in the office this week. Whoops. Hopefully I get the job I interviewed for this week...
Beers at the Rising Sun for lunch? Check. Slight buzz? Check. Weed from a friend who grows? Check. Today is already good.
I am so damn happy it is Friday. I have had nothing but problem clients this week. I am getting shitfaced tonight. I am going fishing in the morning. I always end up drinking too much on the boat. Tomorrow night, I am going to catch baby gators. Sunday morning, I am going hog hunting. Sunday night, going out to catch more baby gators. By Monday, all I am going to want to do is sleep.
Kids these days. When I was your age, "Hoggin'" meant something entirely different. Get it? WE FUCKED FAT CHICKS. Ha! No, really. Bring me some Florida pig. Boar is the only animal I'd consider hunting because it is such a nuisance. Plus it's not cuddly like a bear or an alligator.
Don't tease me. For 100 pounds of pork in my freezer I'd set fire to a Tommy Bahamas. Using a Hot Topic as kindling. They just pulled this monster out of a creek in the Philippines. Go give him a naked hug.
Look at what they're moving it on. A piece of wood with a log under it to roll this critter away. I can only imagine what the cage looks like.