I’m not Ansel Adams, but I took this picture today from my cell phone. Man, I wish I had some mushrooms.
I called the ex-girlfriend tonight to get her side of the story. She didn’t answer, so we’re going with my side.
She invited me to a party last Sunday. Later that night, I found her locked in the bathroom with another guy. If that would’ve been me, I would’ve apologized right away if nothing was going on.
But what adults lock themselves in a bathroom when nothing is going on?
I mean, I guess if she was a coke head, or something, I would understand. But she stood there like a fucking mute when she walked out, looking guiltier than OJ.
Did she apologize? No.
Did she explain herself? No.
But she sent me this text message the following day:
If I wanted him I would have done it 2 yrs. ago. Get over it.
Well, I’m over it. Good luck and good-bye.
I didn’t know this, but the suppositories I bought are 95% cocoa butter. Shit, if I would have known that, I could have saved some money. All I need is Crowe Dog, rubber gloves and a tub of Coppertone.
And the rubber gloves are probably optional.
I’m sick of hearing about this health care shit. If I need pee pills, that should be between me and my doctor. I don’t want the government denying coverage because I’m a big boy.
– Facebook mistake. Thanks, George G.
And I can see those fighter planes.
No offense, but bitches like that belong in the ex- category.