hooliganyouth

Whew! This having lots of time off work is exhausting. I mean, seriously, it's rough livin' sleeping late, hanging out on SG for a couple of hours, making some food, drinking some beer, hanging out, getting some writing done (wrote ten pages last night).

So here I am marinading some ribs and I got some HEB potato salad but shit and hellfire if some cole slaw wouldn't hit the fuckin spot. Wish I had a flying monkey to go get me some. And a case of beer. And some fucking Tabasco Slim Jims. And some fucking Corn Nuts.

(I wonder if those flying monkeys ever unionized.)

Or I can get off my fat ass, walk five minutes, and get the shit myself.

The next movie night will be: "Cheerleader Ninjas", "But I'm a Cheerleader", and "Bring It On". Ooooo baby...it's be broughten.

Be good boys and girls and do what the man with the gun tells you to do. Unless you have a bigger gun.