I worked last new year. I didn’t get to witness any of this shit….fuck that was a fucking cannon! I will whip my gun out at midnight. It’s one of my last chances to really be a redneck. I’m going for it!
:D Fireworks and Bear don’t mix well. Now it’s 37 minutes until new year and the neighbor’s fireworks are apparently over. Boners. I mean, really? You have to blow it all up before? It’s in the same category as premature ejaculation. For real, it is.
Sucked. My. Balls.
I’m not looking back.
You can’t make me.
Onward and forward soldiers.
Happy New Year!
thinks it’s ok to drink the coffee in front of me. What a bastard! This must be payback for keeping him locked up when people come over. If he wouldn’t bark at them like a lunatic we wouldn’t have this issue in the first place. I need a dog therapist.
I’m not real with it lately. These holidays don’t feel real…but they are I guess. Why did I schedule an estate sale this weekend? What the fuck is wrong with me? :D Oh well. I’m going to kick this day in the ass and then I’m going to drink some vodka and Yoohoo’s and map out the new year. Sounds like a plan for the day to me.
Today is New Years? Fuck.
you put something in or over my mouth I don’t really ever shut up. I even talk while I’m sleeping.
for dirt bike dudes. I’ve mentioned this before…it’s just that Pennywise reminds me of dirt bike dudes…now I’m craving a dirt bike dude or two…weird. I like a guy with very little fear. Rawr. Plus the bikes are alll nice and vibraty. :D Vroom vroom. :D I’m in a very strange mood. :D
they’re always straying in at the end of the end of whatever is going down…never actually participating…coming up in the end to scoop up what ever is left like a vulture. That’s why. :D
so the next person who shows up will be greeted by Psycho-Bear. He freaks out on new people and looks like a jackal and takes a pouncy, cat-like position and barks and barks and barks and barks.
Smoke some weed…dude shows up with a bunch of kids. Every fucking time. Well…every other time.
I don’t feel like counting all the damn change and I lost count a while ago when my creepy neighbor who healed his wife and cat of cancer came over.
but left with hummingbird food and several minutes to spare before the traditional end of the sale day customer appreciation sacrifice.