Fuck Shit!
I say…fuck shit!
Monday and the sun comes out. Right on. Nothing like two wambly days of soft serve up in the ribbons. Snowed on the gnomes both days. I wonder what the Kachina are mischeiving up there? Cocaine from heaven.
Mmm.
I figured that since the last Mizzle Bizzle Ah Ah race of the season is upon the Saturday horizon, I signed up today to the hard tune of 44 Dolla’s. Course, the misses is set to pop so I’ll be sure to bring my phone. If she calls I can just spin out of the fishbowl and hope I make it back up the hill
Course, 44 dolla’s is a few table dances and I know this racey crap isn’t going to be as fun? But, it’s in Prescott and everything there is a trip. So it’ll be a good load of jizzy pain & weirdness.
As far as the job goes, every day that I walk into the hole, I get that same feeling that I got on the first day of Kindergarten.
Click, Click…drag. Get on yer bike today.
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Fuck shit crap hell,,, Good luck on all fronts… Give them hell in the race and give the misses all the help she wants and needs … can’t wait to hear about the new edition .
Pin it Cooter!