"WELCOME TO FANTASY ISLAND"
I miss the good old days when I had to worry about getting drunk and passing out on some strange person's couch only to realize where I was when I woke up at 5am. Then trying to leave and surmizing I didn't drive there either...or wear pants getting there. Even if my car were there, where the hell would my keys be?So when I went to a bedroom to get a ride back to my car all I could hear is the moaning of what sounds to be two guys pleasureing a girl and a goat named Mr Roarke behind the door I just knocked on. (You know those goats will eat just about anything.) "Please don't answer the knock. Please don't answer the knock."
Now I worry about traffic and spending $300 a week on gas to get to work and if I've already taken my vitamin today.
Life doesn't have to be as adventerous as a goat, a girl and two dudes, but it doesn't have to suck quit this much either.
posted by John Q. Pubic @ 1:01 PM
3 Comments:
OMG - you promised you would never tell anyone about me, those guys, and that goat...how could you???
Hey, you were 12!!! I thought enough time had passed and I certainly thought after the whole spider monkey and horse thing going public, you wouldn't have been so upset about this leaking out.
Look, a midget!!1
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