Ordering a beer last night for the first time in over a month gave me a great sense of being human agian. 3 seconds later I had finished said beer and was contemplating checking into the nearest rehab clinic. These thoughts followed: Do you ever get that feeling that drinking beer should always go with great 21 yr old ass (depending on your gender your opinion is going to differ)? Is it just built into humans that after drinking just one beer, you have to find something to take advantage of? Not that I have ever seen a 21 yr old female at a bar, drinking in public for the first time, has that trusting look in her eyes still, still unsure of herself and her limits. I've never bought that girl a drink and seen where the night will take me. I am a saint and saints don't do that. ladies reading this that are still at that ripe age take heed, these males exist and they are out there. Guys if you run into a lady like this, just fucking hang on, because whats about to happen is fucking great!
Anyway, I made a bet last month that I couldn't drink or smoke for a month. done deal, fuckin cake walk. being the good friend that I am, I decided to make a similar bet with another friend. All he has to do is do exactly what I did last month and I have to write a blog every day for the month. Simple, right? What you don't know about this guy is, he's a loop-holer. loves to get away with every last thing he can get away with. you know, hes the guy you give a bite of your sandwich and it comes back half gone, and he looks at you and says, "what? It was one bite." Thats all good and well, im just tired of eating half a sandwhich all the time. Ill leave you with this,"It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man."-Jack Handy
-Dash
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