The problem with Baptists is they don’t hold them under the water long enough.
I found the O. With three days of lead time, they went to Australia for a week without telling anyone. I forgot another of Mr. O.’s tales from a couple of weeks ago. On a Friday, he decides to take a Ferris Bueller day off and drives 4 1/2 hours to L.A., gets a part in a movie as an extra, meets Adam Corrolla, and then drives home. I think there is more to the story but that’s still a hell of a sick day.
Speaking of down under, I overheard a girl the other night tell her friend that she was hungry. I said that if she was hungry, I had a tube steak smothered in underwear. Remind me, why am I still single?
I would introduce the girl I met last Saturday to my family but they are prejudice against whores.
Last night, I watched The Big Lebowski with Red and G-Man. I hope everyone has seen this movie. It always makes me want to drink white russians and walk around town in my robe.
F**k it dude. Let’s go bowling.
Benny