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I got about half a glass full of Bacardi hurricane left and an uncertain amount of Wodka to mix therein. We're just gonna see how it goes.
Mash, i may just do that. Walk in, drop a gram (that's all i can afford) and wink wink at them and mumble "gimme loan"
Just break out that cock that don't fit into the pump. Use what God gave ya, son!
After I eat this **** the ol lady made for dinner, I'm drinking some exotic bourbon.
Not quite as good as mullet lite. Thank you auto correct making me dumber than usual. Auto correct is an A hole.
I'm gonna take my *** to bed in a few. Get up early and go hunt some more golf balls.
"Thars gold out on that abandoned driving range, son".
Heh.
Too busy crying
yanks down 9-1, come back and beat Os 14-11. First place.
You need a hobby, man. Something besides smoking weed. Preferably something outside. Golf? Fishing? Beach volleyball? Jogging? Which leads me to the other thing you need to do…exercise. Nothing better for you when you are feeling down then a good workout of some sort. Clears the mind. Relieves stress. Gives you a feeling of accomplishment. And it gets you out of the house.
Me personally…I hate to jog/run. Hate it. Always have. I run with my daughter occasionally because she loves it and i love her. And i like running with her because we talk while we run…but i still hate the actual running part. But i love sports. Basketball does the trick for me. Great stress reliever and head clearer for me. Always has been. So i still play…as often as i can. I also golf occasionally. And i walk my mutt on a 3 mile cross country trail close to my house. I also fish in our pond on occasion. But that gets boring unless my kids are with me…because the fish are too easy to catch in my stocked pond. Might as well be a barrel o' fish. But it fun to watch my kids haul them in.
At any rate…all of these things help me forget for a bit about all of the other crazy stuff going on in my life. Sure…those crazy things are still there in the background waiting for me…and they need to be dealt with accordingly...but i don't let them dominate my entire life. I'd go batish crazy if i did.
Here's another thing i recommend...do one of these two things:
(1) Get a pet.
(2) Do some traveling. Doesn't have to be to exotic places and it doesn't have to be expensive. Day trips. Weekend trips. Whatever. Go see a friend you haven't seen in a long time (just don't grind yo' feet on his couch.) Go to the beach. Play some beach volleyball. It's fun and there are always hot chicks around a beach volleyball court.
Do both 1 & 2 unless you plan on traveling extensively…which rules out getting a pet.
Just. Do. Something. GTFO of yo' crib, man.
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Man, I'd like to say something really cool like "i am not drinking tonight as a show of solitude and support for brother willy not drinking tonight"…but the truth is a lot lamer than that. I just don't drink that often any more.
Lotta season left, brother. Plenty of time for the Yanks to fold and miss the playoffs…again.
Yeah, you need a dog. Just some mutt that needs a home and won't piss/crap away your security deposit. Dogs know when you need them, and when they need to leave you alone.
Nah, we'll just buy the National League All Star team just to piss you off.:baseball:[thumb2][laughing]
Actually, I think she did make one of the kids sit by themselves. lol
Damnit! I forgot to include a bunch of these in my last post about the Yanks...:baseball::baseball::baseball::baseball:
Thanks for taking the big storms for us again, Louisville. #geography
Bacardi girl drink + Russian tap water = good times
Dance recital tomorrow with the whole fam damnily. Sounds like a hoot
Batcats killed South Carolina tonight . Coach will be poached weighing three years. Bet
Bacardi girl drink + Russian tap water = good times
Dance recital tomorrow with the whole fam damnily. Sounds like a hoot
Batcats killed South Carolina tonight . Coach will be poached weighing three years. Bet
Man, that old lady needs to get got. Are your kids old enough to teach them the importance in life of carefully planned and coordinated practical jokes? If so, don't forget the essential Big Three: (1) choose your accomplices carefully, (2) the necessity for discipline and precision in both the planning and implementation phases and (3) above all…don't get caught!
If they get expelled…this post will self destruct.
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I see you're gonna hunt some more golf balls. Didn't you say you have 2 or 3 totes full of them? - strategically placed to fall on your wife's head?
I'm really honored that you drove all that way to have a few beers with me. I think I might get some more of that Yard Sale IPA.
I see you're gonna hunt some more golf balls. Didn't you say you have 2 or 3 totes full of them? - strategically placed to fall on your wife's head?
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She still has not been out to the shed since that phone call last Sunday. Guess I need to make some room. Ha ha!
What are you gonna do with 3 army duffle bags full of golf balls anyways? Maybe setup a deal like where the moose used to make it rain ping pong balls on Capt Kangaroo?
Ha ha ha ha.
Here's the deal: I gotta remain cool until that driving range goes completely under and there are no more golf balls available. It's like I dress up in BDUs and crawl through tunnels to recover these doggone balls. Kinda like an escape and evasion exercise. Hell, if I get caught, then I may have to talk cash sh$t in order to BS my way out. Driving range is located less than 200 m from my place and it's abandoned because the firm went under. Good grief! The things I go through at my age for a few extra bucks.
Gotta say this: I was so impressed with how squeaky clean and green Nebraska and Iowa is. Dude! I could not find any trash at all any where I went. Not like Texas. Heck, this whole damn state is trashed compared to Nebraska/Iowa.
I've been out of touch for most of the past couple of days, but we used to hunt golf balls in college. Some of the most guy fun I've ever had [laughing]
We'd sneak into courses after midnight and crawl around in the ponds in swim trunks or underwear haha. We'd get so many we'd have to drag them back to the truck cause the bags were so heavy haha.