Today I wore my Santa hat to work. Then I took my guys to the mall. These dudes said to me "Nice Hat!" And I said "Thanks!"
Then they giggled.
I am teh styling. That's the style now,you know.
Then for lunch I had a subway 12 inch tuna with pickles!
When I got off from work,the bus driver said "Nice Hat!" And I said "Thanks!"
I got on my scale tonight and I lost 12 fucking pounds in like a month.
I'm not drinking pop no more,and I don't finish all my lunch anymore.
I give what's left to my guys.
Santa is coming soon.
He gives presents for your sins,you know.
I'm gonna wear my Santa hat every day till he comes again.
At least HE comes back every year,unlike Jesus,man.
I had two hotdogs with craut and onions for lunch yesterday. Later I was alone and an elevator, and I blew a huge craut and onion fart. The elevator stopped on the next floor and two really fine young girls got on. We rode the remaining four floors to the street together, wreathed in ass fragrence. A decent person would have been embarrassed, but I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I'll cherish the memory forever.