after rereading my last post,

i don't know either.

please kill me.

...

oops, i actually get to leave now.

can you please wait to shoot me until tomorrow?

i'm a bit disappointed in the mayor's lack of response. i fear he took my advice and is waiting for me to pick up the slack. so:


better use an elephant gun

Well done, lad!

I got off work @ 8, made some chicken
wings (blast furnace sauce on the side),
took them to the upstairs bar to eat and
slammed some Hoes.
Exchanged some texties w/some Real
Live Women, went down to the
Steelgaarden and slammed some Hoes
until my crew got off work.
They showed up, slammed some Hoes,
worked on my Stephen Hawking bits,
much to the amusement of the others,
and next thing ya know, it's 2:30 am.

That's where I was.

And have fun w/-"worked on my Stephen
Hawking bits".

That is a lot of hoe slammin. You work at a bar or a whore house? Or a whore house with a bar?

sorority house.

Bar.
I don't do ho's, just Hoes.

OR



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The sudsy one.