Weekend, Stuff and Pee Aroma
Weekend
Friday
I don’t have a whole lot going on this weekend. Tonight, I am going to another wedding, which will officially make me the last kick ass single due in town or at least of my group of friends. I should get some kind of fucking trophy, award, certificate, or at least a gold star. It is at a church in southern Overland Park and the reception is even further south but not quite in Oklahoma, but almost.
I don’t know the bride too well, but he is a good dude and she is a good woman and I wish them the best. Besides the reception should be fun. As we all know good looking chicks travel in packs so hopefully I will get some attention from her friends, but I probably won’t. So I might just leave early if there are no promising ladies there.
Saturday
I will begin my first major home improvement project. I moved in to my first house in December of 2003. I have done absolutely nothing to put my own personality into the house. I have not planted flowers or changed the carpet or even painted the inside. Not to mention the outside which needs it badly. So on Saturday I will start the scraping and pealing of the house. First I will clean out the gutters on the house and the garage, which I think will take about 30 min to 1 hour maybe longer but I plan to start around 9 or 10 so I have all day. Second, I will power wash the garage and house. Then I will start on the scraping. I hope to get the scraping on the garage done at least.
The color was chosen by a select committee of well respected women and community leaders, my mother, sister (sis), and sister-in-law (sil). When I told my sil that she was on the committee she replied and I quote “That’s a good idea” end quote. I did not take offense to this remark because I am well aware that she used to live in this house with my younger brother before they were married (SINNERS!) and it’s not my fault they are going to hell for having premarital sex. (The reasons I am going to hell are to numerous to mention here). Anyways, they picked out the final color because I, being a complete douche bag could not pick out a color to save my life. I was actually considering painting it camouflage (I thought it would be cool to tell people that I live in a camouflage house. But then I thought that no one would ever come over because they would not be able to see it.) But they did not like that idea in fact they hated it, they hated it so much that my sister stood up walked across the room and actually slapped me across the face. And man let me tell you, getting slapped across the face still fucking hurts! Even to a bad ass like me. But I am getting off track.
I put mom, sis, and sil are on the committee because they are the only women in my life that would not like to see me look like a fool just for their own enjoyment. Plus I see them at holidays and I can be a real dick if I want to be at holidays. Anyways, after looking at paint swatches for a few hours I narrowed the section down to about 10 different options. Then the committee made its final decision on Easter Sunday.
Sunday
I am going to cut the grass. I think I am going to stop mentioning that because it is just going to be understood that I will be cutting my grass sometime over every weekend until September or early October.
[Note: when I say “the weekend” I mean any time between Friday after 3:00 and Sunday before 7:00. Friday at 3:00 is when I get off work and Sunday at 7:00 is when the Simpson’s are on T.V.]
I also have to trim the bushes away from the house so I can get the brush and or roller behind them in order to paint the house.
And Stuff
Sorry Boss I can’t make the meeting, I am checking out some Sexy Bitches
Check out the girls from the T.V show Deal or No Deal. Come on you know you want too; most of them have separate galleries. But I can’t look at all of them because I am at work and I would rather not be walking around with a stiffy all day, (just part of the day). But I would settle for a semi for all day.
Gays Take Over Sports Bar
It’s bad enough that they have taken over the Grand Emporium, which used to be one of the premiere blues and jazz clubs in the country, now they have their own sports bar.
Now don’t get me wrong I don’t have any thing against the gays. One of my oldest friends is gay and I hassle him all of the time. But when I hassle him and his gay friends it is funny and we all have laughs, I dish it out and they dish it right back. Furthermore, it is not done out of hate. Besides they make fun of now fat I am then I run home to my mommy and cry. But do they have to shove the fact that they are gay down out throats (pun intended).
This article also explains why the hottest chicks (fag hags) like to hang out at gay bars and gay dance clubs. Not to mention, no straight man would even give a shit if he could fit into a pair of girls’ jeans. We just care how to get the pants off or at least our hands in them. That is why the girls go to gay hang outs. It is because they don’t want to get hit on by geeks like me.
What Does Your Pee Smell Like?
Al thought I don't go around smelling my own pee. So I would have to assume that mine smells like roses. Until I am told otherwise. You have to check out this young ladies post its the most homes and funniest post I have read all day if not ever.
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