playskoolpimp

Well, yet another wonderful day in the life of me. Work sucked, as usual, nothing really new there. I am convinced that wether or not we know it, we are all prostitutes. I reason I say this is that I continually get screwed every day I go to work, and in return I get paid for my services. I figure there has to be a better way to make money, but selling sperm has some serious moral implications.

On the way home from work I decided to stop at WALMART and pick up a few things. I am not sure why but the one by the house was full of old ladies wearing cloths they should not have been wearing. Now mind you I am truly a pervert, but the sight of a 60 something women in a tube top and booty shorts, just makes the little soldier run back inside and hibernate.

So after I get my wares at the wonderful white trash circus known as Wallyworld, I had to stop at the grocery store. Walking through the produce isle to grab some potatoes, I noticed a guy fondeling the fresh honeydew melons. He seemed to really be getting into it, little did he know, there was a women behind him laughing to herself as he got the only bit of action he has probably seen in quite some time.

So off to change the oil in the old pimp mobile, and then mow the lawn. God did I just say that...good thing I will be pimpin the argile socks, flowered bermuda shorts, wife beater, and sandles, now the only real question is, do I smoke the big fat stogie while I am mowin??