Like one of my favorite sayings goes "Bombing for peace makes as much sense as fvcking for virginity..."
I was watching TV this morning on my way out the door, and there was an ad about the returning vets of this war with Tom Hanks narrating it. I don't think that with the level of "self...
Thoughts...
1. Damn, drank a lot last night.
2. When drinking, I should learn to hide my computer.
3. Bush is the White Devil in a Gray Suit. He's a bad, bad man.
4. This place is getting to be no fun at all.
Damn.. Dad, is that you back from the grave?
I know I need to man up.
Grow up.
Maybe in a minute throw up.
That rhymed...
This will all hit me in the morning when the booze isn't holding well.
Damn, no love tonight...
English chick: Never going to happen, random fantasy.
Everything else, well, that's quasi accurate.
I'm a bad guy.
She deserves better.
I don't begrudge her getting out while she's young, busty, pretty and smart.
She knows.
Saw the photos.
After the bridesmaid sent a stroke by stroke detail.
Yea, she knows.
I have a contract and a good deal here. Waiting to see where Uncle Sam sends her after Flight. Maybe yes, maybe no. Who knows.
Wait, wasn't I ranting about something?
Fat.
Rugby
Irish/Welsh/Italian/South African
I drink.
A lot.
Grew up in Reno.
I drink
A lot.
Lived in New Orleans.
I drank
A lot.
Moved to Pensacola.
Drank.
A lot.
Back in Reno.
out every night
Drinking
riding
boarding
trying to nail the english chick
its not working
so I drink
I don't think I was meant to be married.
Kids scare the crap out of me.
I've slept with every girl "friend" I've ever had.
I nailed a bride's maid at my batchelor party.
I'm a usless husband
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