the weedman is not going to call me back tonight. i'm approaching defcon 5. i'll last 3 days tops.
here is my cool lunch story from today. i decide to eat the deli at work because i only have $5 on me and i'm tired and i don't feel like going anywhere. i choose the tuna melt. in case you're from pluto or something, a tuna melt is toast with dry tuna and american cheese melted on top.
a tuna melt at the work deli is an english muffin, white cheese (acceptable substitutes) but tuna fish sandwich tuna, as in swimming in mayo. for some reason i was feeling civilized and decided to slice in rather than grab and inhale, which released the mayo funk immediately and about sent me packing. i ate zero bites. there's a couple tomato slices on the side sitting on top of a little lettuce leaf, so i ate all that and the bland soup i picked up. soup comes in a large styrofoam cup, so about halfway thru it's cooled down enough to drink milkshake style, which i did, only to get freaked out at the end by an unexpected bay leaf trying to choke me. they're ok to throw in something, but you don't wanna eat one, especially whole, and when you're not ready for it. chocolate milk was the one item that didn't try to jack me around. at this point tho it's just, fuck it. i admitted defeat, said motherfucker a few times, bought a coke and went outside to smoke.
half price draft night. to go or not to go. i think to go.
flash stays. my image search for cooter returned a number of strange, not the right cooter pictures, but
the grand prize winner is here.
the 2 that were actually cooter were too recent. i wanted him in his prime.
here is my cool lunch story from today. i decide to eat the deli at work because i only have $5 on me and i'm tired and i don't feel like going anywhere. i choose the tuna melt. in case you're from pluto or something, a tuna melt is toast with dry tuna and american cheese melted on top.
a tuna melt at the work deli is an english muffin, white cheese (acceptable substitutes) but tuna fish sandwich tuna, as in swimming in mayo. for some reason i was feeling civilized and decided to slice in rather than grab and inhale, which released the mayo funk immediately and about sent me packing. i ate zero bites. there's a couple tomato slices on the side sitting on top of a little lettuce leaf, so i ate all that and the bland soup i picked up. soup comes in a large styrofoam cup, so about halfway thru it's cooled down enough to drink milkshake style, which i did, only to get freaked out at the end by an unexpected bay leaf trying to choke me. they're ok to throw in something, but you don't wanna eat one, especially whole, and when you're not ready for it. chocolate milk was the one item that didn't try to jack me around. at this point tho it's just, fuck it. i admitted defeat, said motherfucker a few times, bought a coke and went outside to smoke.
half price draft night. to go or not to go. i think to go.
flash stays. my image search for cooter returned a number of strange, not the right cooter pictures, but
the grand prize winner is here.
the 2 that were actually cooter were too recent. i wanted him in his prime.
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yay for half priced draft.
and that cooter is especially cute.
okay. there's my boring ass note. arg!