Victor, no one gives a shit about your night, whatsup with that?... I know, but my evening was just that, peaceful and easy...
Friends house for burgers, brats (on the grill), dill pickle potato chips (uh huh), Chili Cheese Fritos (the Bomb)...OUTSIDE... did you hear that? Outside! Doesn't take much bassackwards scrolling to read about "I hate this frigid crap, GIMME FLORIDA"...
Then... a ride across tree-lined, hilly roads... in a convertible.. yes, a CONVERTIBLE!... Mother Nature you are RIGHT on que... as an old fart, former PE teacher, you could justabout count on "hey, it'll be ok to take the kids outside once March 15th comes... March 13th, you rock..
Root beer floats all around.. Heaven, simply heaven...
Then... American Idol.. inspitea Simon and his sometime wicked ways, enjoyable...
A peaceful, easy feeling... Nice... No extravagance... Nothing outta the ordinary... oh, unless you wanna count Bashie.. (Sebastion, the hound)... Bashie like convertible rides.. he plants one (or both) paws atop the door frame.. and catches the breeze.. allofasudden there's hella yelping, like a bumble bee had just feasted on his nads... and continued yelping... hideous.. well, twas determined Bashie was rolling up the window with his back paw - his neck was now stuck between the raising window and the window/door frame... Pretty certain his paw was still attempting to raise the window (thus even higher pitched yelping) and thus, smashing him between the window and the frame... Once it was figured out what was wrong, and then determined he wasn't destined to life with a split personality (See.. and Bastion), it made for a pretty decent laugh...
Just one day in the life... but it was peaceful, easy... Thanks to those who made it that way... I'm already standing on the ground...
Tis my hope your day/night was just as peaceful/easy... Love, Victurd
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