Random Thoughts
It’s 1:22 p.m on Friday I have a lot of work to do at the office. If I don’t get some of it done now I will have to work tomorrow. Which I really don’t feel like doing, but I might tomorrow. Unless it is raining when I get up then I will prolly just stay in bed until I have to pee so bad that I could taste it, (which is REALLY BAD). Then I would just get up walk to the bathroom put both hands on my hips and let it fly! (Notice I said nothing about pulling out my wang or holding on to it while I do my biznit. The reason for this is two fold. Reason 1) I sleep neeked. So no need to “whip it out” because it will already be out. Reason 2) I am 36 years old and I know how to aim my wang without even touching it. I would offer classes on how to do this but I that would sound too gey for my taste. Did I mention I was at work?
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Up on the docket for the weekend is some exciting stuff, not as exciting as meeting my future wife and having a 12 hour sexy time session with her, while covering each other in chocolate pudding, whipped cream, and having her invite her sluttier friend over and have them reenact the ring toss game scene from American Pie 5: The Neeked Mile, but damn… damn close. On Saturday I have a few things I could do. 1) Email my family and tell them that I am more awesome than them now that I am 63 ½ pounds lighter. 2) I could come in to the office and get caught up on some work that I should be doing right now. 3) I could do my taxes, but would rather have brain surgery, and a root canal combined into one surgery, WITH a rabid dog gnawing (gnawing, NOT licking) at my genitals. 4) Laundry, bla. 5) Clean up the yard, and put down some new seed (not MY seed, you sicko’s), (although I would not mind putting my seed down in the yard just not by myself if ya’ know what I’m sayin’). Have I mentioned that I am at work, and it’s 3:23 p.m.? 6) I could also go back though all of my post and give them all tags so if someone wanted to read everything that has to do with say, my weight loss, then they could just find it them all in one place.
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I think I will defiantly do that last one, because I am a one hell of a guy that you should probably get to know better. (That is if you are hot and single). But I have to tell you up front, I have a 3 minuet rule. It’s very similar to some of my woman friends 3 month rule. You see, when they were single, some (o.k. one) of them had this lame ass rule about waiting 3 months before they (she) climbed on top of their boyfriends high hard ones. Only mine is a 3 minuet rule, I won’t sleep with you, hold your hand, touch you inappropriately, or even make out with you, unless I have known you for at least 3 minuets. So if you can’t deal with that then get to steppin’!
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(Side note: If I get interrupted one more time today I am going to ballistic!! Don’t my bossholes know that I don’t want to work tomorrow?)
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This blog has its first birfday coming up on April 13, (I’m so proud of him snif, snif) and I thought I would give it another overhall. I will be looking for some new templates and other stuff that I think are neat that I have seen on other peoples blogs. The good news is that you, Dear Reader, will have a chance to vote on the final selection. This is now its going to work: I will select 5 templates to post up here over 5 nights (I have not yet decide if I will change the current template or if I will just post a pic inside an actual post. I think the best way will be to post a pic and then you will be able to see them just by scrolling down.)
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My next major purchase will be to upgrade the entire home computer system. I want a lap top, with wireless internet so I can watch T.V. and surf the web for, ahem, umm “stuff”. But I don’t want to get rid of my home P.C. So I was thinking of using the P.C. as a server or, I guess server is not the right term it would be more like a storage device for stuff that I keep. But then I could always just clean off the hard drives and burn all my pics and stuff to a DVD or CD which ever will hold more. So if anyone knows of where I could get a kick ass laptop on the cheap, or in exchange for a few various sexual favors, just drop me an email.
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(Well ain’t that a kick in the crouch, now I HAVE to work tomorrow. Jerk-offs)
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The time is 4:30 p.m. YEA! Only 30 min left!
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On St. Pats Day (no, you’re not getting a full review because, I can’t remember half of it, and you’ll just have to deal with it). There was this really hot girl at Kelly’s (later found out her name was Melony, but for the sake of confusion I tell you her name now) that was kinda standing next to our group. Every time I turned around I would catch her looking at me. And she would catch me looking at her. After sometime of playing that game and once in a while saying one liners, like “I can’t believe all of the people are here for my birfday. I’m so excited! Here, feel my crotch!” And the ever classic “Hi, I’m Darren Kelly (not my real last name) my brothers and I own this bar, and since your in it, I own you. Now, go change my oil!” She laughs and thinks I have on the funniest shirt ever.
Later, I see her talking to a friend of mine. Of course I start to think that she knows her, and the second they part I plow thought the crowd and ask her if she knew that hot (Melony) chick. Well, come to find out she doesn’t know Melony but she did know someone that was with Melonys group. So later Meloney comes up to me and:
“Hey, Darren can you fix my cell phone”.
(WTF?) Do I look like a fucking electrician? I thought. And how the hell does she know my name? (I later found out that she had asked my friend about me.) I had been drinking for several hours but was drinking only beer so I wasn’t totally wasted…YET!
“Sure I can. I can fix any thing I am very handsy” I say.
“I dropped it in the toilet.” She says AFTER she hands it to me.
The battery was in wrong so I could not get it out with my bare hands so I give it to Red, the bartender and tell him. “Pry it out with a kitchen knife or something small like your pee-pee”. He throws me a dirty look and I laugh my ass off.
“Red and I are tight, we talk to each other like that all the time” I tell Meloney.
“You don’t really own this bar do you?” she asks.
“Nope, I just use that line on the really pretty girls”. I respond with a wink.
“Nice line” she says
“Thanks”
“That last one, not the one about you owning Kelly’s”
Bullshit I think, you’re here now aren’t you? I think to myself.
I put the battery in and the phone still does not work so I am all out of ideas (and lines). I let her use my phone to call someone, her mom is who she said she was calling.
By now all my friends have already left and headed to the Record Bar just up the street from Kelly’s. I tell her that I have to get up there and walk her to a cab. She thanks me for the help with her phone and gives me her number and I put it in my phone. We kiss good night, and she jams her tongue in my mouth. And my first thought is SCREW MY FRIENDS!!! The D is going to get his willy wet!! But I puss out and tell her I will call her later.
I get to the Record Bar and everyone is asking where have I been. I tell them that I was helping a girl get a cab.
Someone says, “Then why do you have lip gloss on your face?”
“Whats the big deal she tanked me, so what? Mind your own business!
I then change the subject and check my phone to make sure I put her number in correctly. FUCK no number! I must have hit the cancel key instead of the store key.
So here is my question, Did she really drop her phone in the toilet or is this a new line that I have not heard of? I ask because IF she dropped it in the toilet then the phone would have been wet right? But it wasn’t wet it was bone dry.
See, I am on to you ladies.
Have a nice weekend and remember. If you drive don’t drink and if you drink don’t drive. If you have sex for Christ sakes wear a condom!
Peace out!
(btw it’s 6:14 p.m.)
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