So my good buds of the blogworld – all like…three of you – I have stories from the past few months I’ve been too lazy to print. Tony always has stories. They ain’t always classy stories or even interesting ones but no one really reads this shit anyway so I figure what the hay, I’ll tell you a few. Not all at once, mind, I don’t want y’all accusing me of boring the pants off of you, although if you’re a lady, feel free to drop ’em regardless, okay? I won’t say nothing.
Some of my stories are about Mexico – remember that? Yeah! Some wild debauched stories about wildness. And debauchery.
Then there was this chick I was seeing (Miranda – I think I briefly mentioned her) while I was still dealing the salami to old Carmen. That didn’t go down too well in retrospect but it provided another story.
Then of course there’s Pedro. I have a disturbing and aromatic story about the crazy little Mexican fucker after a bad night eating chili. I know you can’t wait for that!
Hey. Did you see that, up there? Put those chicks’ names together and you get Carmen Miranda. That chick from the old days who walked around in tight garb with giant fruits on her head! Wicked!
Oh, and talking of giant fruits I got a story about these Siegfried and Roy impersonators I met in Reno that will knock your socks off.
Tomorrow though I’m going to tell you about a recent escapade I had with an alien named Bonnie. Can you stand the suspense?
Right now I have to go meet Carmen to take her some stuff she left at my place. She finally broke up with me the other week for good. I’ll never understand the ladies, quite frankly. I mean, first I cheated on her (kinda sorta – I will explain in a later story) and she didn’t break up with me and then the other day I’m being all understanding and kind and other metrosexual bullshit like that and she goes and tosses my ass out! She was being a bitch that day too, all I did was show a little concern for her health and she hit the damn roof. She was whining about headaches and bitching about how a dude never wants to put his socks in the hamper for laundry and going on and on and on and I swear to God, all I said was, “Aw honey, are you on your period again?”
I mean WTF?
I leave you with a little gift. This lady scares even Tony! Y’all can thank me later.