(Clothes, coat and boots on here, ya fucking perverts. )
The guy taking care of the place was all apologizing about the state of the union here, some other fucking guy showed up, knew my name, was all friendly and I had no fucking clue who he was, so I sent him to get some fucking beer while I tried to clear the joint out.
The fucking cat was all over me like a coat of paint while I was dealing with this shit, just fer fun.
After blowing a head gasket and throwing a bunch of fucking people out of the Weasel Den, I laid the fuck down and took a nap, it was a long day.
All is quiet on the Western Front currently.Just me and the fucking cat.
She is, however, being a pain in the ass while I am trying to type and could be on the short list here soon.
Now I get to wake up and go for a nice drive tomorrow, again.
Ya know, my sweetie likes to watch those fucking soap opera’s on TV, I live in one some times.
I really, hate drama.
Can you say White trash trailer park?
Fuck me runnin’.