This was how he decided to park our new cart for the winter.
This was how he decided to park our new cart for the winter.
#campground (Taken with Instagram)
My hillbilly best friend (Taken with Instagram)
So I guess I'M the asshole cuz I went back to clean the table...
- Me *herp derp, cleaning the table*
- One of the Hims to me: SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO!!!!
- Peanut Gallery: Oooohhhh!!
- Me: ...ecuuuse me?
- Him: I'm sorry...?
- Me: That statement is correct because it applies to you.
- Him: I'm sorry, I thought I was helpin' out the guys...
- Stanley (first of the guys to speak up, also the walrus guy when he takes his teeth out): HEY MAN! Speak for yourself, you ain't doin' US ANY favors!
Realized that the last few photos posted involved tears. Not crying today. In fact, my Hillbilly Best friend asked me what the difference was between a goose and geese… . Two fingers.
Wanna Fife?
- Him: better watch, I'll fight you.
- Mike: Shut up.
- Him: No, here, I'll take my teeth out.
- *Proceeds to hold teeth in hand and shout expletives through his wet wiggling walrus mouth*
- Him: you wanna fife? Come on we'll fife righ maw. I put my teef in my back pocket.
- Me: Stanley! Put your teeth back in your mouth RIGHT NOW!
And here he is…
Shirtless Brian...
- Me: Brian! Do you remember Mike's cousin Jamie?
- Him: Who?
- Me: Mike's cousin. She's tall, skinny with black hair?
- Him: Does she have big tits?
- Me: ...yeah..<---proceeds to tell him about the Hurricane Breakfasts in honor of her birthday+ directive to find him + have shots in her honor.
- Him: Hook me up! Call her now! How long have you waited to tell me this? Here's my phone, use my minutes!!!
Hurricane Breakfast: Campground, storm, power outage…time for vodka, pineapple and champagne right? Got the frozen food on its way to a friends house, got a pee potty and a backup poo potty. All I gotta worry about is a nap in about an hour.
Ready or not… HERE I AM!!!!!
Just a little closing weekend bonfire.
I am the shit.
Today I advanced to a texting level of friendship with Kentucky Jack. And the guy who lost his teeth and forgot they were in the refrigerator - remember him? He totally issued the formal invitation to the boyfriend and I to come check out his new apartment; we’ll eat chicken wings, watch Monsters Inc. and admire the seven foot tall rosary display from his dearly departed mother.
Kentucky Jack’s Last Fire
Coffee won’t keep you up.. But sex will!
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Belinda.
In honor of the closing weekend I post my hillbilly best friend’s reasoning on why I can drink coffee at 8:00 at night.
Goth Girls Don’t Smile..
