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Dude, I was recently informed I am an asshole. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. On my way to work, while I am doing my best to slow the left hand side of the freeway so that others may also identify each piece of litter along I-15, I am routinely identified as "number one" something. I guess I just never figured it would be and asshole.
This weekend, I drove up to Jackson to visit/pickup the girlfriend's parents. While in a certain bar (let's just say "pink" and "cowboy" amaze me) I offered to assist a rather attractive young woman with the next purchase of her beverage of choice. Upon purchase, I indicated that it was no problem for me to provide the currancy for this transaction in exchange for 7 random, err not so random numbers. It was at this point, that my girlie's father informed me of my status. (Ishould mention to the double standard as I had just bought him a drink, and I have like three of their phone numbers in my Rolodex).
Apparently, I am an asshole -- the merits, and degree of which were discussed on the way home. Note to other boaters in the west -- it takes 6-hours to get from Jackson to SLC via Bear Lake.
I guess the best part of the weekend was messing with this wierd hunter dude. On the way out of town, I stopped to see of there was any action at Taco. This guy was wearing some faded orange one-piece "Kokopuff" suit. So, to express my views of those people's kind, I floored it, then popped the cluth. It was great -- I sprayed Mus all over the dude's suit and his funny, oval shapped, multi-colored gun case and his double sided waching stick.
So where'd you say these other asshole boaters are? Cause, I could show them a few things... |
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