Friday, March 28, 2008

The Pok, The Little Red Pill, and a Story of Homecoming.


You wish you were me right now. See that orange grease? That right there's the grease of the gods. This is what was waiting for me when I got home from work today.

No I can't go ride my bike because it's hailing, and then sunny, and then snowing, and then hailing sideways and the Lads are sick and wifey's at work and I desperately need to take a shower and go to bed but first I have to make dinner for the sons and wash some bottles and do some laundry and finish this beer and then open another. I gotta put some bag balm on my ruined hands and send my Grandma a card and I might as well call my mom.
My feet stink, my hair stinks, I have hemmorhoids and I can't sleep.
I need to buy new shoes, but gas is $3.40 a gallon and I can't eat fucking gasoline. My lips are cracked, my knees hurt and my head is pounding. Just let me open another beer and I'm sure I'll feel better.

You wish you were me, bitches.


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WBC Boise Chapter said...

We're having DinoBites and Mac & Cheese for dinner.Then watching a documentary about how awesome US prisons are.Then drinking myself to sleep with a small bottle of Stoli.Did the same last nite 'cept it was Long Hammer IPA, I woke up with Black Mountain screaming from my headphones at 4AM, I had fallen asleep on my ipod and the pillow was barely muffling the rock.I like the weekend.P77

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