so i took the packers in my suicide pool because i'm a total idiot and i like to make the tricky selection so i can talk shiite aboot it the next week. Like i did when i took the skins in the first week. i guess id rather be right about the hard decisons that the easy ones. why didnt i take the birds? too easy. ill save them for later, when all the other yoyos are making the hard decisions, ill be cashing in on the no brainers. it was a good concept but flawed in execution. another time to turn off the inner monolog and listen to the prevailing common wisdom. except thats the sheep talking. do you wanna be a sheep your whole life? i dont. i may some day sleep with a sheep if the girls i get nude with keep going all bazonkers on me tho.
at least, with a sheep they aint biting your ass, telling you what a nice one it is and how muscular your legs are.
again, your previous dude was in a wheel chair, so it aint hard to out dude him. and why are you tossing my salad? i just don't get that. does it make me less of a giving lover if im squaemish about some chicks tounge in my ass? what would william shatner do?
as king daddy mack of all the universe
tripping intergalactic and spinning his love tracks for all the ladies.
the picture of sincerity as he intones
"do they have, LOVE, on your world?"
"i come from one of those twinkly points of light in your night skies to lick your ass"
"its called tossing a salad, it is considered very pleasureable on my home world"
man , he is the second greatest mack daddy in the entire universe. i can't name number one for several legal reasons, but i sat at the feet of genius in my days at the tiny little cornfield university that i dropped out of becasue i was dangerously close to graduation at the tender age of 23.
what me get a job?
or even worse a career?
instead i delivered pizza, paid for a medical procedure for a young lovely and lived on campus and dropped out
so it is my own damn fault that i am where i am today. i made the move to DC, tended bar and lived the fast life for a few. I did enormus amounts of crappy blow with fellow waiters who were a little light in the loafers. who would offer you a backrub at the ecstacy party and were cool when you said no. not that they had much choice, they took a shot at some sex, they lost. do you think they are going to press the issue with the rugby playing neanderthal who just got finished arranging the contents of the refrigerator alphabetically on the living room floor?
my olde pal matt from those days favorite line was that "we would make some scary homos" he was six two and a twisted boozy drug machine when we hung out. he liked to improve his mental state at the time and at the time the homos had the best drugs. it was a funny dynamic. everyone from the restaurant partying their asses off in the parking lot or at someones house and sneaking off with waitresses in the middle of the party to have a more private party.
he has found the lord now. born again. he got married in utah and invited me to the wedding. i was underfunded at that point, ha big surprise, and he offered me van space on the kentucky to utah trip. yeah thats me. two days in a van with religious zealots? ill wait for the movie. i think mickey rourke plays me.