Well, monkeychuck y'all too.
Last night, I went to MY bar, and it was filled with a collection of disgusting tools that I went to law school with. So I smiled at them, dressed as I was in a sueded polyester shirt (black, of course), jeans too long so they were rolled up, and my Birkenstocks and my straw hat, and kept on drinking. The barmaid (who, just like Natalie Portman, has great tits) thought I should grow a beard. But she still doesn't know who I am.
Then I went to one of the terrible chain wing places (no not Hooters) and had a beer, courtesy of my friend, Turner. A few of my real friends from law school were there, and we talked for a while, then most of them left. One of my friends had brought her friend along. This girl was a human-shaped agglomeration of pure hotness. Tattoo just between the small of her back and her ass of a butterfly (and it wasn't like tiny). Nice body, great smile. She liked my hat. Oh, she was so hot. RRRRRRRRRRAAAAOOOOOOWWWWW!
My mom called while I was at the bar (yes, she called my cell phone at 10 pm) to tell me that it was my grandparents's wedding anniversary. To which I replied, "Thanks, I'll call them tomorrow." Like I'm going to call my grandparents at 10 pm on a Thursday night? They'll have been asleep for two hours at least.
Tomorrow, I wake up early to drive to Oxford for the day. Nothing special, just day tripping, saying hey to my peeps, my nizzles, my homeys. I wonder if people from Dahomey refer to each other as Dahomeys?
Oh, and despite what anyone who may ever read this thinks, I am not gay. Last week, I merely posted what I posted to demonstrate my general unattractiveness. I am still generally unattractive (or so I've been told). And no, I'm not looking for sheep thrills, either.
