There's a shiny blue spider on your leg
Halo. Ah, how it makes me feel all warm and tingly. No, wait, thats the whiskey.
Oh well, still fun times. Our team got our asses handed to us pretty much every time, but it was still a lot of fun. That last game I thought I would easily have the most kills. I think I ended up with around 45. Daniel had 69 exactly. That kid is an animal. Allowing him and Ryan to be on the same team was a very silly thing for the rest of us to do.
I haven't checked the blog in a few days, and I expected there to be a few new posts since then. I guess everyone else has been about as busy as me. Or you're all just lazy :p
I had a really full week, and weekend. It was puncuated by boozy outings and and sleazy women. Not so much the sleazy women actually. I just saw a lot of sleezy looking women this weekend. I spelled sleazy/sleezy both ways, because I wasn't sure which was correct. I didn't feel like looking it up, thus, two spellings.
Prairie Meadows put on one hell of a fireworks display. I was so close that cardboard shrapnel was landing in my hair. It was amazing. I think a few of the explosions scared my sister though. She would let out a yelp every now and then.
That was where most of the sleazy/sleezy women were. Casino's must be like the sleazy/sleezy woman watering holes. Women in their late 40's and early 50's wearing tanktops, too much makeup, and chain smoking like the shit is going to get banned.
I also got to meet some of Jason's more crazy high school friends. All these guys talked about was their adventures with LSD. Some of the stories made me want some LSD, and some of the stories made me glad that I don't currently have any access to LSD. These guys were nuts too, by the way. None of them had a license. One guy was just bumming rides from whomever would put up with his drunk ass.
Because of these jokers, I ended up driving to damn near every strip club in Des Moines, trying to see if any of them were open. Someone in the car had brains and told us that none of them would be, but no one listened. So, like a good little bitch, I drove all around Des Moines trying to find and open titty-bar. There were none.
And their alternative to an open titty-bar? What do they do when they can't find an open titty-bar after the bars close? What comes in a close second to seeing naked women?
Playing NBA Jam on Sega Genesis.
I'm never hanging out with those guys again.
Unless they have LSD. Then I might think about it.
Oh well, still fun times. Our team got our asses handed to us pretty much every time, but it was still a lot of fun. That last game I thought I would easily have the most kills. I think I ended up with around 45. Daniel had 69 exactly. That kid is an animal. Allowing him and Ryan to be on the same team was a very silly thing for the rest of us to do.
I haven't checked the blog in a few days, and I expected there to be a few new posts since then. I guess everyone else has been about as busy as me. Or you're all just lazy :p
I had a really full week, and weekend. It was puncuated by boozy outings and and sleazy women. Not so much the sleazy women actually. I just saw a lot of sleezy looking women this weekend. I spelled sleazy/sleezy both ways, because I wasn't sure which was correct. I didn't feel like looking it up, thus, two spellings.
Prairie Meadows put on one hell of a fireworks display. I was so close that cardboard shrapnel was landing in my hair. It was amazing. I think a few of the explosions scared my sister though. She would let out a yelp every now and then.
That was where most of the sleazy/sleezy women were. Casino's must be like the sleazy/sleezy woman watering holes. Women in their late 40's and early 50's wearing tanktops, too much makeup, and chain smoking like the shit is going to get banned.
I also got to meet some of Jason's more crazy high school friends. All these guys talked about was their adventures with LSD. Some of the stories made me want some LSD, and some of the stories made me glad that I don't currently have any access to LSD. These guys were nuts too, by the way. None of them had a license. One guy was just bumming rides from whomever would put up with his drunk ass.
Because of these jokers, I ended up driving to damn near every strip club in Des Moines, trying to see if any of them were open. Someone in the car had brains and told us that none of them would be, but no one listened. So, like a good little bitch, I drove all around Des Moines trying to find and open titty-bar. There were none.
And their alternative to an open titty-bar? What do they do when they can't find an open titty-bar after the bars close? What comes in a close second to seeing naked women?
Playing NBA Jam on Sega Genesis.
I'm never hanging out with those guys again.
Unless they have LSD. Then I might think about it.
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