Mowed the lawn, clipped the overgrowth, settin up for showin the house tomorrow morning. Bathed in sweat from the strangling blanket of heat and humidity. (Thanks a lot Vic, TW and Jade for sending the misery my way) Set up a lounge chair on the deck with some whiskey, a smoke, and a chitload of drinks to keep hydrated. And a simple trick to remedy the heat, humidity, and the bugs in one fell swoop. (more on that in a picture post later)(and no, I didn’t call anyone a moron)(I know it’s hard to tell sometimes, cause I’s a jackazz) Anyway, as soon as I’m ready for the break, the wind whips up, skies grow dark, and pellets of spit start raining down from the skies.
Danm sent some of his luck my way.
Bullchit Danm!!!
Actually, if it turns his luck around, I’ll gladly take it.
Next time he goes to see the tranny dude, I want it to be because he wants to, not because he needs to.
Uhhhh, scratch that.
Don’t want him wanting to see the tranny dude.
Uhhhh, scratch that.
Don’t wanna stop him from doin whatever he wants.
Uhhh, scratch that.
Don’t want him wanting that…
Uhhh,
Well chit, I don’t know, you guys got me all fucquin cornfused…