So, I'm sitting here munching on a steak 'n cheese and going over the group page to see when and where everyone is going to for todays tattoo fest in Tampa and low 'n behold the doorbell rings.. Naturally like any old school burned out pot head I panick! Which is funny, cause I have nothing in the house to worry about. So, I turn off the computer monitor and throw on a shirt.. And, sure enough it's the Police at my door! And, too their surprise it's a white guy opening the door to them! Heh! So, we both kind of did that surprised eh hello thing.. Then he asked me if I heard any gun fire early this morning.. But, seeing as how I was most likely off working. I told him that I sure didn't.. But, now I am all like.. Need to Know! So, I'll be watching the news closely to see if it was anything worthwhile.. Or just the ghetto being the ghetto.. I just hope it wasn't anything to hurt anyone on my side of the street.. Everyone is pretty cool and don't bother me any.. Those are my kind of neighboors.
Other then that.. I think I'll head over to Tampa after 2pm. That'll give me time to call up Autoway Chevy and bitch at them. heh.
Other then that.. I think I'll head over to Tampa after 2pm. That'll give me time to call up Autoway Chevy and bitch at them. heh.
emelyn:
oh my goodness, maybe it IS better not to meet at your house! hahahahhaa. ... .. .
emelyn:
you tard. thanks for using the word, but it doesn't fit in this case ... AT ALL!