Tonight
Bar, second bar and partied with the band, bon fire, second bon fire that the band was at. Jack Daniels.
Check out Blu Simon. Great classic rock vibe coming out of the Mid-West.
The Dode
When I say I’ll have a beer or two it means buying shots, and getting drunk!
Can’t wait to work tomorrow!!! :( haha, but really :(
Wednesday: Work, Drinks, and Pissing in the Wind
It’s now Friday.
Worked an extra 3 hours because a kid got himself locked in a hallway and was threatening to do bodily harm and rape myself and coworkers. Of course it just made me laugh, but we had to treat him seriously… which meant he eventually went to his room once he got bored enough.
Went to Stix(it’s a pool hall) and drank with my buddies from work. Drank a pitcher of Blue Moon, one Sexy Alligator, one Glenlivet on the rocks, and one Busch. Played table shuffleboard for the first, and it was great… I was great as well. I’ve always been good at games of touch… especially ones done while drinking. We closed the place down, and headed to my buddy Shawn’s. Well he was driving, and I was drunk texting this girl. At one point she said I would regret it, but I regret close to nothing. I told we should talk, but she wasn’t sure about that.(She asked me the next day if we should talk, but I said it was too early in the morning, ha.) Shawn grabbed his Crown Royal Black and rum, then we picked up some Jack in the Box on our way to PJ’s. We had to sit outside as to not wake up his two kids(one is his wife’s from a previous marriage), and since I was outside I decided to piss in his open back yard. I later told him his neighbors were going to hate him more(the don’t like him because he’s black). After drinking some Crown and some beers we headed out. Shawn and I returned to my house (18 miles away) and had I brought out the Dalwhinnie, Chivas, and Johnnie Walker Swing Whiskies. We tasted them, and I made a grilled cheese in the toaster oven. We never owned one until now, and my mother regrets not getting one sooner.
Tomorrow I work 2-10, and get to see the girl I drunk texted once I get off work. Should be fun!
Lights Out: American Juggalo: “A look at the often mocked and misunderstood subculture of Juggalos.”
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Pretty cool stuff. I could see it being a good time, but I’m not into the music/the wooting/grunting.
(Source: thedailywhat)
Oh my GOD →
So there was this crazy dude talking to me about, well I’m not too sure what the hell he was talking about, but he was basically telling me how he could be a millionaire in a year if he really wanted to. All he needed (according to him) was a woman with good business sense and AT LEAST three kids in order to fulfill his ~dreams.~ then he started talking about how he didn’t believe me when I said I wasn’t a natural redhead (even though I explained to him that it is dyed and not AT ALL natural) and then went on to tell me how he doesn’t know if he is sterile or not and I’m just sitting here trying to be pleasant while fighting off the feeling of being totally creeped out that this dude is talking to me about this kind of shit in such a cavalier manner. Now he is telling me that he is talking to me because I am a cute, friendly, and most importantly, educated woman. ALL I WANT IS TO BE LEFT ALONE. The only reason I am being nice is because I am fucking terrified and I am trying to mask fear with common pleasantries.
Something like this happened to me and a buddy once. The guy started to pull something out of his pants as he finished his speech. I thought it was either his dick or a pistol. It turned out to be a bottle of cheap Canadian whiskey.
Good luck with this crazy dude!
