hmm

i think i'm pretty much a lock to get this new job, but i should be out looking for others just in case i don't get it. but no, i'm home reading about zone blitzing and drawing up different defensive schemes because football is amazing. after being sick all of last weekend, maybe i should catch up and go out and get some 25 cent pitchers and work my manly magic, it's almost too easy here.

wow

drunk blogging is amazing.

Grog House Champ

Hey guys, I'm drunk as I;m writing this so you know it;s good. So once again I decided to spend my Friday night at the one and perfectly only GROG HOUSE. I mean, 25 cent pitchers can't be beat. Emilio you know what I'm talking about. Well, anyways, it got good, and I got a phone number. Oh and some girl almost maybe looked like Ali, but it wasn't meant to be, so I didn't say anything. OMG PS... while i was typing this the hot girl from Grog just texted me. "let's see you grow a mustache..." name that sitcom...

Please To Meet Me

Due to even more popular demand from my father, here's an update.

I went to Grog House twice last weekend. I enjoy getting awesomely drunk while a hot Spanish girl decides she wants to make out with me for an hour. I do not enjoy random short dudes wanting to be my best friend and telling me we should go hit on and dance with every girl there while gently touching my shoulder and neck. And riding a bike home Saturday night at 2am while dizzy is not a good way to end the night, that's what I get for not planning ahead. Just livin the dream.

it still hurts to walk.

the air mattress deflated. there's an animal inside the wall. there are dead mice in the freezer. what just happened?

due to popular demand, and emily's bday, here are some really bad pics of me messing with texas.








howdy.







pleasureable







concentration, not strength.







grab the horn they said. fine, i grabbed the horn.







he was a nice guy.







saddle seats. its bent.







ruining a picture.








not aware a picture was being taken.







no words needed.

saddles do not feel good. and ocala sucks even more now.

off to buy cowboy boots. maybe meet a rhinestone cowboy or two. SKITTLES.

possible road trip with my old lady next week. forget daytime tv, we'll make our own stories.

BLOG NUMBA 2

i got my haircut today at supercuts next to sweetbay. and by sweetbay i mean sweetbay likkkaaaaaaa. the large woman who cut my hair was nice and only forced her stomach into my shoulder a couple times. i hate getting my haircut because there's always some kind of awkward sexual tension, male or female. i saw some girl's boob almost pop out. unrelated incidents.

quack quack

the ducks are outside waiting for me, i need names for them.