WE TRY NOT TO LIVE IN THE PAST - BUT THOSE DAMN WARRANTS JUST KEEP SHOWING UP!
SATURDAY! Hmmmm, wonder what happened on Friday? WHEW! It's hard to remember when you wake up on your trailer floor surrounded by empty beer bottles, a can of out of date Cheeze Whiz and the dog is licking up what looks like a broken bottle of Ragu spaghetti sauce. Must of been a GREAT time, but we're at a total loss as to what went on. Let's see, we remember going to the bar, and we remember going to the next bar, and we remember going to the strip club, OH! and we remember signing over our county check to our favorite dancer, "Tamela," and getting in her car - but after that it's all sorta foggy. Probably for the best.
Anyway, because we can't really remember much (although while we were writing this we did just find some of Tamela's clothes behind the sofa-sleeper!), we figured we needed to check the newspaper and see if we were arrested last night. Here's the problem, we don't subscribe to the newspaper. However, being the "solution oriented" people that we are, that didn't stop us from "appropriating" our neighbor's paper down in space #27. We figure it's sort of a tax on them for letting their damn Pit Bull bark all night and chew up the tires on our Buick Skylark.
So here's the deal - WHAT'S WITH NEWSPAPERS?! We generally don't read 'em, but today (given to the fact we can barely walk and our pirated TV cable was disconnected - AGAIN!) we really didn't have anything else to do, so we read the Desert Sun from cover-to-cover. Let's just say that it's no wonder the internet is driving newspapers out of business - and it's not just because of the porn, although that's why we surf the net. With our county check gone (along with Tamela), and our cable disconnected (DAMN YOU Time-Warner!), there's only one thing left to do - and we're just the people to do it! That's right - we're heading out and looking for a bar where they don't know us and opening up a tab...
These assholes deserve to have their paper stolen! You gotta be kidding! - Yakima = Palm Springs? NOT!
We not only invite love home - WE PAY FOR IT! Hmmm... We can only think of one reason - but it's a good one!
Anyway, because we can't really remember much (although while we were writing this we did just find some of Tamela's clothes behind the sofa-sleeper!), we figured we needed to check the newspaper and see if we were arrested last night. Here's the problem, we don't subscribe to the newspaper. However, being the "solution oriented" people that we are, that didn't stop us from "appropriating" our neighbor's paper down in space #27. We figure it's sort of a tax on them for letting their damn Pit Bull bark all night and chew up the tires on our Buick Skylark.
So here's the deal - WHAT'S WITH NEWSPAPERS?! We generally don't read 'em, but today (given to the fact we can barely walk and our pirated TV cable was disconnected - AGAIN!) we really didn't have anything else to do, so we read the Desert Sun from cover-to-cover. Let's just say that it's no wonder the internet is driving newspapers out of business - and it's not just because of the porn, although that's why we surf the net. With our county check gone (along with Tamela), and our cable disconnected (DAMN YOU Time-Warner!), there's only one thing left to do - and we're just the people to do it! That's right - we're heading out and looking for a bar where they don't know us and opening up a tab...
These assholes deserve to have their paper stolen! You gotta be kidding! - Yakima = Palm Springs? NOT!
We not only invite love home - WE PAY FOR IT! Hmmm... We can only think of one reason - but it's a good one!
Hi you two, this note is going to be special because Cary is writing it.! Guy tends to hog the computer. Your life is so much more exciting than ours. At least when you go out you can wear cute little outfits and sit in the sun and drink. We have to put our long underwear, tights, double socks, leather pants, turtle necks, double bras, one for Guy and one for me, and our thongs, I can not stand full panties! Now we are ready for the martini bar, oh I almost forgot, Blue Fox and rabbit look better on me than the other animals when it is 10 below. So we drive to the bar, missing multiple accidents,sliding though stop signs,walking though snow up to our knees in our high heels. We have a few drinks then go back to our car and have to scrape of snow, ice - and cold seats are not much fun! Then we slide all the way home hoping the police don't see us. When we get there we peel our multiple layers off each other, and go to bed. Fun? We would love it if you would join us. Today is not a good day to visit as we are going to get 12 inches - and I mean SNOW! I wish it was what you were just thinking! But no, It's really SNOW! We can't help but love you and wish you were here! Actually, we wish we were there!
Cary and Guy
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