I got home late from work last night. Normally I throw open the car door and am greeted by a slight breeze of honeysuckle. Tonight it smelled like butthole. The city tore up half the street about a block away. Some poor sucker was still waste deep in the sewage system when I went to bed. The whole place just smelled like butthole. Poor guy.I read another two chapters. That makes it what, 300 pages in two months? Yeah, that's not very impressive. But the important thing is that I AM still reading, albeit very sporadically. Oh, I am taking my first business trip Tuesday. I'll be gone to Charlotte Tuesday and Wednesday. The business trip, like my reading progress, is not very impressive. So if anyone is in Charlotte Tuesday night, the strippers and coke will be in my room.
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Male strippers? I'm there!
Diet coke for me, please.
You say "smells like butthole" like it's a bad thing.
Oh, and while you are now driving to Charlotte, you failed to leave me the key to my car, so when I just went outside to go pick my dad up for that IMPORTANT Dr.'s appointment that we went through hell to get earlier, I can't take him. My mom is now rushing home from work to get him there on time and I look like a total worthless daughter. Plus, I have no car until you get back. Thank god I don't have work today or tomorrow, although they are trying to get me to come in tonight! Thanks, dear!
prince has 53 comments?!?!?!
fmd
and on fouling up the wife..
SHAME!!
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