Minty Fresh
Here's a few things you don't want to think to yourself when you wake up at 4 in morning ... Where am I? Fuuuuuck...it's COLD. Why does my hair smell minty fresh?
I went out with my sister last night. We were going clubbing so I did something I hadn't done in a very looooong fucking time...pound a BUNCH of drinks before heading there. I think the part where shots came along was a bad idea. We had a great time at the club. Dance. Drank. Life was good. Then after we cabbed back to her place I knew I was tired and drunk and went to pass out in my car.
I currently have GUM in my hair. I'm a drooler when drunk apparently. Secksi! Stop it boys, there's only one of me. I have no excuses. This same exact thing happened about a year ago and I had to cut a clump of my hair off. Then Charlie told me...you know you just have to massage some peanut butter into that gum and it will dissolve. I asked him how the fuck he figured that out...he said he was once a little boy. Once, he says that like little boys ever grow up. Still, that make sense, simple chemistry--oil breaks down gum. So, I now have gum and Extra Chunky Skippy Peanut Butter in my hair (this would be funnier to me if this is not true).
I do vaguely recall before I cured my hair of halitosis that I made my sister's sushi chef the happiest guy on the planet. Apparently, Jen who does kick-boxing brought in a guy, Bob Sapp, who is a world famous FFC champion. The sushi chef came to talk to me and was gushing all over how this guy is so famous in Japan and how happy he is to have met him. So I told him I brought my camera and when Jen and friends finished their dinner, I will ask if the fighter dude would take a picture with him. The chef was beaming with joy.
I think my camera is the best 400 bucks I've spent this year.
And to cure my hangover, I shall down this bottle of Heineken and go snowboarding. It's a bit ironic how I can't hike certain mountains because of too much snow...with fucking fresh powder covering my tracks as I hiked, but I can't go snowboarding because of too little snow.
Happiness is making someone else happy with the push of a button.
I went out with my sister last night. We were going clubbing so I did something I hadn't done in a very looooong fucking time...pound a BUNCH of drinks before heading there. I think the part where shots came along was a bad idea. We had a great time at the club. Dance. Drank. Life was good. Then after we cabbed back to her place I knew I was tired and drunk and went to pass out in my car.
I currently have GUM in my hair. I'm a drooler when drunk apparently. Secksi! Stop it boys, there's only one of me. I have no excuses. This same exact thing happened about a year ago and I had to cut a clump of my hair off. Then Charlie told me...you know you just have to massage some peanut butter into that gum and it will dissolve. I asked him how the fuck he figured that out...he said he was once a little boy. Once, he says that like little boys ever grow up. Still, that make sense, simple chemistry--oil breaks down gum. So, I now have gum and Extra Chunky Skippy Peanut Butter in my hair (this would be funnier to me if this is not true).
I do vaguely recall before I cured my hair of halitosis that I made my sister's sushi chef the happiest guy on the planet. Apparently, Jen who does kick-boxing brought in a guy, Bob Sapp, who is a world famous FFC champion. The sushi chef came to talk to me and was gushing all over how this guy is so famous in Japan and how happy he is to have met him. So I told him I brought my camera and when Jen and friends finished their dinner, I will ask if the fighter dude would take a picture with him. The chef was beaming with joy.I think my camera is the best 400 bucks I've spent this year.
And to cure my hangover, I shall down this bottle of Heineken and go snowboarding. It's a bit ironic how I can't hike certain mountains because of too much snow...with fucking fresh powder covering my tracks as I hiked, but I can't go snowboarding because of too little snow.
Happiness is making someone else happy with the push of a button.
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