holla back whazzers. been a while since i hip hopped atcha, but the man has really be grindin me down.
o’hare pickup has been confirmed at 5:30am by popcorn scientist… no, not orville, i am referring to my paternal parent. after that, get showered up, put on my bling and start drinking. the way i see it, outdoor wedding means everything becomes an acceptible vomit/piss recepticle. ah, nature.
i am gearing up for the weekend by getting drunk every night because even people out here are beginning to refer to “the old madd scientist” in a derogatory fashion. fucking racists.
if you didn’t know (as i didn’t until 2 days ago) popcorn kristo sold our family business and all the fame and glory that went with selling fried beef at the same location for a great great pimps lifetime. what does this mean?
1) i can’t get extra super fat for free on my trips to wisconsin with 47 free double cheeseburgers.
2) we can’t go there in between the wedding and the reception.
i spell checked this in a drunken state 4 times. i am too tite.