What I WASN'T stoked on was arriving home after a 12 hour travel day coast to coast to find my fucking 14 year old beagle had locked himself in the bedroom I so dreamt about laying in and watching Entourage and Hung episodes that I dvr'd and he had pissed multi times all over the sleeping quarters as he was stuck in there for quite A FEW hours. Yep, ended up sleeping in a twin bed in the boys room last night with a sleeping bag as covers. Dog had the nerve to jump up and cuddle with me at 4 in the morning. Asshole.
Griffs house was a high life. I mean high light.
A sea of fat fucks with multi tattoo's laid out here. I'm so over seeing bulldogs on peoples shoulders as well as that dolfin on your chicks ankle. Really, it's not that original guy.
Mac pointing at the corner of the water slide that took him and I out. Hit that thing backwards in the dark and got a concussion. Both of us did. It hurts to shave my dome right now.
College room mate reunion. Bud, retired cop now a private dick. Sparky, 9 credits short of graduating but a multi millionare from building shit and now single and on the market. Stick, Boston fire man. All around bad ass. Good peeps. Was nice to leave these clowns with my self esteem in tact, for once. Fuckers are getting old and pussified.






Got anymore pics of that slot car track? Some of those cars are fekkin' sick. Old muscle FTW!
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