Don't you hate it when ...

I'd cry like a baby.

 

I was driving home from work the other night and I almost ran it over. I decided not to, because everytime I get in my truck to drive to work I don't want to smell skunk.

So, it's still alive.

I keep hoping the courgars that have been spotted in our neighborhood will kill it.

But they seem intimadated by the smell.

Fucking cougars. They are like their brethren at Wazzu. Wusses.

 

OK. I thought you didn't have a heart for a second.

 

per usual.

 

...Angola! is rip-roarin' and you're too far away to really be able to enjoy the spectacle?

 

Cougars suck. You need a coyote to sic on it.

 

Why change now?

I could go for some sangria.

 

Now I'm told I have to inflate the goddamn inflatable matress, that's worse than drinking sangria.

Fuck. Shit.

 

Speaking of beers, drank a River Horse Cherry Amber last night ... surprisingly good.

And I hate it when .... a delusional yankeesfanboilooser drinks sangria even if he doesn't know how to spell it.

 

100 pumps later, and my quad hurts.

Anyway, IJAG, the girlfriend was amused at your post.

 

Maybe chef can down another IPA then come over and help you inflate the mattress.

 

And if your girlfriend is there, why do you need an inflatable doll?