Damn. Check this horse shit out. I was out looking for a new pad and didn't notice I was in a no parking zone. I wasn't even gone for ten minutes and some crazy ninja ticket writing fool left a big nasty mess on my windshield. I've never heard of anyone in Houston getting a parking ticket. Yeah, I know plenty of people that had their ass towed, myself included, but never a ticket. Suck.
Addendum:
Because I'm a spiteful bastard I taped up every inch of the envelope so the fuckers will have to work to get at my money.
Addendum:
Because I'm a spiteful bastard I taped up every inch of the envelope so the fuckers will have to work to get at my money.
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We're doing well. Tubbs puked repeatedly on the plane ride over. We went to a "Mexican" restaurant last night that served jasmine rice and soy-marinated beef as a fajita.
This place, I swear. Oh, and my old pad might have an opening soon - you'd have to ask Kyle. I coulda swore the people downstairs (the doctors) were moving out this summer.
Pad? What are you Mr. Seventies guy now, or did they fine you 30 years of slang in addition to the $65? You better not have long-ass hair and be smoking dope next Wednesday.
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Personally, I'd like to hang out with Larry from Three's Company.
Well, my hair will be shorter...and I don't believe they look too approvingly at smoking reefuh at the Duck.
'Cause if they DID...