Hey, okay. This is where it starts for me, my foray into the gang of cruel hustlers. I’ve got my shirt off, bitches. And the A/C is on. Where’s the continuity here? Soon you’ll learn, if you haven’t already, that I possess continuity in ever-waning amounts. Detritus of a boozy past (and future) tend to cloud my raving, and the foggy trumpet call of dawn leads to another chance for me to really show the guys who’s boss. I go “Hey look, there’s the boss.” Simple. More later, I have to wipe.
Hawk.
i poop too much, therefore my nuts stink?!!
poopies. ahhh. nothing like a morning shit on the clock.
joe pick yer nutz up man, dont let them sag.
Joe
Nerds were hot yesterday. This is today.
Make that two days ago.
nerds need more tp for their bung-holes!!??
heh heh huhuhuh he said “bung hole.”
You know, I like whiskey. You guys like whiskey? Show of hands… six, seven, eight, everyone.
I like my whiskey like my women- eighteen years old and mixed with coke.
Thank you very much, I’ll be here all week. Please remember to tip your bartender.
Mikey
…thank you, mikey…
…i used to go w/ ‘i like my liquor straight & my women curvy” which is a chuckle but yer line was a ‘lol’…