I hate nothing more than writing a wonderful message and then somehow it gets deleted. I was witty and funny and full of action and adventure and even sharks...and somehow its gone.
Oh sorry I guess for me I was already in the mist of our amazing one sided conversation. You're an awesome listener...and I ain't a half bad talker.
So where was I? Better yet how did I start? OH pen pal bullshit, How are you, I am well (I think I added in a lame maybe not well but medium well steak joke here...cause you don't eat meat. Of course that led to perverted jokes about meat and ended with "Meats meat and a mans got to eat) I'm sure there was some other lame ass jokes associated with that line of dialog to boot.
Anywho figure I'm gonna schedule my midlife crisis soon, I wanted it to include lots of hard drinking, tears, perhaps some blood...goat blood, and sharks (see I told you there were sharks) I mean who is better suited for unbuttoned shirts with gold chains nestled in hairy chests than me. My chest was built for gold chains. I think I'll buy one of those magnet gizmos that are suppose to balance you too, gold plated with bling for my swag (see I even got the lingo down) Crushin' on underage girls...which is easier now that I'm getting old, really old. I suppose I can entice them with this bag of Worther's originals I seem to always carry in my sweater I wear cause its so gosh darn cold out in the hot ass fucking sun.
Where was I? I tend to forget shit...who are you?
That midlife guy whose searching for his way in life...and a way from all these SHARKS in...MIDLIFE CRISIS THIS TIME and EVERYTIME ITS PERSONAL! The movie. Check the fire exit before you go in because M is midlife ragging!
From Me:
Oh sorry I guess for me I was already in the mist of our amazing one sided conversation. You're an awesome listener...and I ain't a half bad talker.
So where was I? Better yet how did I start? OH pen pal bullshit, How are you, I am well (I think I added in a lame maybe not well but medium well steak joke here...cause you don't eat meat. Of course that led to perverted jokes about meat and ended with "Meats meat and a mans got to eat) I'm sure there was some other lame ass jokes associated with that line of dialog to boot.
Anywho figure I'm gonna schedule my midlife crisis soon, I wanted it to include lots of hard drinking, tears, perhaps some blood...goat blood, and sharks (see I told you there were sharks) I mean who is better suited for unbuttoned shirts with gold chains nestled in hairy chests than me. My chest was built for gold chains. I think I'll buy one of those magnet gizmos that are suppose to balance you too, gold plated with bling for my swag (see I even got the lingo down) Crushin' on underage girls...which is easier now that I'm getting old, really old. I suppose I can entice them with this bag of Worther's originals I seem to always carry in my sweater I wear cause its so gosh darn cold out in the hot ass fucking sun.
Where was I? I tend to forget shit...who are you?
That midlife guy whose searching for his way in life...and a way from all these SHARKS in...MIDLIFE CRISIS THIS TIME and EVERYTIME ITS PERSONAL! The movie. Check the fire exit before you go in because M is midlife ragging!
From Me:
Your right I am a better listener than writer anyway. Glad to see you have gotten back in the social media front. I mean lets face it, this is where you belong. These are your people, you need only to lead them to salvation (where is your basement exactly?)
Anywho...it's funny you mention candy. I seem to keep a constant supply of lollipops with me. Cherry. They are delicious and give my lips that lovely red appearance they seem to have lost over these ridiculously short years I have been alive. How does that happen by the way? I mean why does the color disappear from your lips? Life is cruel.
I work in the same office with people of your type. She can wear 3 layers of clothes and still tell me it is too cold in here, and since she has the a/c control in her office I am doomed to constantly keep my small fan on. As HR told me when I complained of the heat, can you get a small fan to circulate the air? Wouldn't that constitute actually air being pumped into this god forsaken building first?
I digress, back to you. You seem chipper and in your usual spirits. What is it? Found an inexpensive whore? That is a diamond in the rough? A small town girl looking for her prince charming maybe? Well good luck, the whores I have encountered just want my candy. Sluts.
I bid adeiu to you and please tell your whore hello :)
♥
Anywho...it's funny you mention candy. I seem to keep a constant supply of lollipops with me. Cherry. They are delicious and give my lips that lovely red appearance they seem to have lost over these ridiculously short years I have been alive. How does that happen by the way? I mean why does the color disappear from your lips? Life is cruel.
I work in the same office with people of your type. She can wear 3 layers of clothes and still tell me it is too cold in here, and since she has the a/c control in her office I am doomed to constantly keep my small fan on. As HR told me when I complained of the heat, can you get a small fan to circulate the air? Wouldn't that constitute actually air being pumped into this god forsaken building first?
I digress, back to you. You seem chipper and in your usual spirits. What is it? Found an inexpensive whore? That is a diamond in the rough? A small town girl looking for her prince charming maybe? Well good luck, the whores I have encountered just want my candy. Sluts.
I bid adeiu to you and please tell your whore hello :)
♥
You are super awesome and I <3 you!
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I <3 u too!! And it's gone!
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