UPDATE!
Hey gang! What's shakin? Well, You're looking at a wanted man. No, not him. Me. Apparently I'm wanted by the Drug Task Force. Yeah, it exists.
Well, what happened was that when I returned from dropping off my old lady, The Alana, I found Bryan, The Brother, packing up to head down to Carbondale to see Gabe, The Friend. As he was pulling out he got a phonecall. Then he walked over to me very suspiciously and hung up. Then informed me that Dad, The Father, had called and said that Wendy, The Stepmom, told him that the Drug Task Force, The Drug Task Force, came to Shell, The Work, to ask who was working on Tuesday. That was me. They asked when I worked next and then left. So, yesterday... Saturday, at work I waited for them to march in and interrogate me, but no. They never showed. So, as of now I'm Lorenzo Lamas.
As for now, I just finished a load... of homework. I just made a run up to the Citgo, formerly Phillips 66 formerly Mobil, and picked up a tallboy of Bud Light. Yeah. Life is pretty good when you live in a town that sells boozeamahol 24/7/360, BABY! Now, I'm kicking back relaxing, drinking some bud, and lounging in my chair and viewing Dumb & Dumber AT 6 IN THE MORN!
How's your life?
posted by 3kalb @ 5:30 AM
3 comments
Leave it, Foo!
3 Comments:
Well, I was doing quite dandy until I realized that you referred to moi as your old lady... not a big deal, but now I must kill you.
the Baby Jesus told me so! <3
What's all this about "the" Drug Task Force, anyway? I mean, Lorenzo Llamas is a badass and all, but what gives, dizzy?
I know about as much as you, Rascal.
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