hot goddamn day!
not even for lunch?
jesus christ man, that microwave food will kill ya as quick as a bullet. those burritos are only fit for a hippie high on weed. pull me down a bottle of jack daniels. i'm gettin' tanked tonight.
awww, it's just been a shitass day. every inch of it hot and miserable. first off, nadine at the blue chip got some sorta sick, so that mongoloid boy of hers was workin' the grill. that fuckin' idiot don't know rat shit from rice krispies. i ate breakfast at nine, was pukin' up pigs in a blanket like a sick dog by ten thirty.
well, if there ain't there sure oughta be. who knows what goes on inside mongoloid's mind?
what the hell would i do with that grease pit? besides, nadine's got enough of a cross to bear just taking care of that potato head. then all this abilene shit happened. you heard about that bank robbery in abilene, didn't ya?
four rangers, three cops, and two civilians. and they took a lady bank teller as a hostage.
they'll probably make a run for the border, which would bring 'em this way. and if we get our hands on those shit asses, we're talking payback time. we'll get 'em all right. i gotta piss. i'm gonna use your commode.
yeah, and i'm gonna be right back at it tomorrow. so tonight i'm gonna sit in front of the box and just drink booze. how much is the bottle?