whole bunch of crap
¡Bienvenidos Amigos!
Now, I realize that it has been quite some time since my last entry, but many events have transpired in my sheltered life that have kept me from posting as often as you or I would like. The following is a list of things that have happened to me during the last week or so:
1. Catered a wedding in bucolic Nuevo, CA.
2. Visited the Santa Barbara Mission
3. Saw Star Wars Episode 3 with my parents while sick to my stomach
4. Drank a mojito
5. Shit (past tense)
Ok, so I have been busy with a lot of mundane crap. The following is a list of complete BS:
1. On a whim, buy lottery ticket, win a cool 20 mil.
2. Trio of super models decide to eat at Amigos Tres, became infatuated with me after my debonair chip serving and drink order taking, and invite me back to their apartment for a night of hedonistic sex.
3. Get field level behind home plate seats for Angel's game
4. See Miami Heat lose (accomplished)
I am sorry that this post is turning into nothing more than list making. Its not helping you, and it certainly is not helping me.
Shake it off.
Really, things are going ok around here. My job working as a bus boy/waiter at Amigos Tres, is ok. The pay is shitty, and the restaurant is far away, and I enjoy debasing myself to women who graduated highschool 20 years ago and have been waitresses ever since. To say I enjoy it is understatement...really.
Things have been going well at home. My dad and I have yet to really have a fight. Its only a matter of time before the testosterone gets the better of both us, he will say something I take offense to, I won't do something he wants, and pretty soon its asshole this, shit that, and I will want to move out.
Fighting with a Father can be really tricky for swearing. You see, when cussing at your dad certain words become automatically off limits. You can't call him a mother fucker cause that's your grandma, and that would be really gross. Similarily, he can't call you a motherfucker because that's his wife. Other words that are obviously out of bounds are bastard and son of a bitch. Also, in most cases a racial slur applies to both father and son, and therefore is difficult to use. Truly, insulting a father or son is a test of one's cussing skillz.
I hope this has been helpful.
Not much of a come back, I know. I found this quote, I am going to email it to Dan Durbin, one of my professors this last semester, "I have never in my life learned anything from any man who agreed with me." -Dudley Field Malone
Grade: C+
Comments: I enjoyed the section on father/son cussing. It was original, and slightly funny. The rest of your entry was pure dribble. Where is the meat and potatoes? I am sick of list making, fluffy light pop corn shit!
Now, I realize that it has been quite some time since my last entry, but many events have transpired in my sheltered life that have kept me from posting as often as you or I would like. The following is a list of things that have happened to me during the last week or so:
1. Catered a wedding in bucolic Nuevo, CA.
2. Visited the Santa Barbara Mission
3. Saw Star Wars Episode 3 with my parents while sick to my stomach
4. Drank a mojito
5. Shit (past tense)
Ok, so I have been busy with a lot of mundane crap. The following is a list of complete BS:
1. On a whim, buy lottery ticket, win a cool 20 mil.
2. Trio of super models decide to eat at Amigos Tres, became infatuated with me after my debonair chip serving and drink order taking, and invite me back to their apartment for a night of hedonistic sex.
3. Get field level behind home plate seats for Angel's game
4. See Miami Heat lose (accomplished)
I am sorry that this post is turning into nothing more than list making. Its not helping you, and it certainly is not helping me.
Shake it off.
Really, things are going ok around here. My job working as a bus boy/waiter at Amigos Tres, is ok. The pay is shitty, and the restaurant is far away, and I enjoy debasing myself to women who graduated highschool 20 years ago and have been waitresses ever since. To say I enjoy it is understatement...really.
Things have been going well at home. My dad and I have yet to really have a fight. Its only a matter of time before the testosterone gets the better of both us, he will say something I take offense to, I won't do something he wants, and pretty soon its asshole this, shit that, and I will want to move out.
Fighting with a Father can be really tricky for swearing. You see, when cussing at your dad certain words become automatically off limits. You can't call him a mother fucker cause that's your grandma, and that would be really gross. Similarily, he can't call you a motherfucker because that's his wife. Other words that are obviously out of bounds are bastard and son of a bitch. Also, in most cases a racial slur applies to both father and son, and therefore is difficult to use. Truly, insulting a father or son is a test of one's cussing skillz.
I hope this has been helpful.
Not much of a come back, I know. I found this quote, I am going to email it to Dan Durbin, one of my professors this last semester, "I have never in my life learned anything from any man who agreed with me." -Dudley Field Malone
Grade: C+
Comments: I enjoyed the section on father/son cussing. It was original, and slightly funny. The rest of your entry was pure dribble. Where is the meat and potatoes? I am sick of list making, fluffy light pop corn shit!
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