why I got into real estate
Last night was a special occasion planned hiatus from sobriety month on account of the presence of two out of town excellent drinking partners. It was pretty fun and we were out till 6am-ish. After the drinking adventure Joe (whom you may know from playing the part of "the egyptian") was gonna drive me home but then his car (which isn't technically his) ran out of gas and we had to push it to the gas station but the gas station wasn't open yet so we had to sit in the car and wait. Al slept and Joe puked and I took pictures of the toilet and ate McDonald's breakfasts and chainsmoked. My headband kept falling over my eyes and I made a million Jordie Laforge jokes to myself and then forgot them all. The gas station was open for probably half an hour before any of us noticed. Then I didn't sleep till 10:30 and I was exhausted all day but in a fun way. All I can smell right now is that terrible condom rubber smell; I think it might be my feet. Umm also POST SCRIPT- I do not mean to imply that I got foot fucked by a guy wearing a condom, I mean that I think my feet smell like that and I don't know why.
There is a guy from my hometown who is probably in his mid to late 30's now and he is-I dunno, just a big gross dumb crackhead from my hometown. He deals drugs probably. He is pretty ugly. If you want to know what he looks like just picture what it would look like if someone carved a glazed ham into the shape of a human head using a butter knife and a pair of scissors. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that when I see people from my hometown tagged in pictures with him on facebook and that I consider it to be some sort of benchmark for the degree of failure that their life has become.
ALSO!
GET READY FOR COCK N' BALLZ!
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