I'm a flirt. I flash the smile, give a wink. I buy a drink, maybe even two. I talk loud enough so that the girls at the next table hear my hilarious jokes. I poke fun at myself.
And man...does it get me damn far.
Spud treated me out to lunch again today. What am I doing. Pre-celebrating my birthday that's what. My dreams are getting much more vivid. Thinking of what could have been. Or what could be. Stop with it. 'Cus it ain't ever gonna happen.
I should try and get back together with Vanessa Minnillo. That is, if she stops seeing that Nick whatshisface. Because you know I met her. When Lats and I went to the 2005 Maxim party. He probably sabotaged my game when he couldn't get the camera to work. He's just jealous because she totally fondled me and gave me a big wet one. Because you know, we were together for quite some time.
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Alright...I'm a little blasted right now. Drank an ale with Spud and Nancy at lunch, drank my regular order x 3 at dinner with cousin Abbi and my little sis. So I'm basically talking (typing) out of my ass right now. So that means I've been kind of drunk since 2pm.
The fellas head up north tomorrow and every e-mail at work is ended with a hearty...
"MONTREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL". I think one of us is going to get crabs. In the eye. Just a hunch.
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