my co-worker, gray, is a supervisor over three women–apparently this title is going to his head, and his bible.
polygamy hits the office!
getting nailed
while out riding last night jb and ak stopped at a gas station for a quick break (wimps). they were sitting on the grass next to a beastly old pick-up truck when the owner, having more inked skin that not, started yelling “move away from the vehicle– you’re lucky I don’t have my nail gun with me.” he then proceeded to make some sort of sound effect, which i imagine he practices at home after one too many cans of natty ice while watching cops re-runs.
and they wonder why i refuse to bike, i’d much rather pick up my creeps via the internet.
sunday, bloody sunday!
mixing it up a bit, aimee and i met at yuppie-bux today to discuss our love lives (definitely a conversation that must be fueled with caffeine). we sat outside and enjoyed the lack of pan-handlers and car wrecks in front of us that our usual location provides. the only person that caught my eye was a man of the cloth wearing a cell phone on his hip. a direct line to god to report my bad behavior was the first thing that came to mind. i didn’t want to offend (imagine that!) so i decided to be wary of my language. when discussing relationships it’s often hard to drop the profanity. needless to say, the conversation hit an all-time low today. i damn well better make it to heaven for that!
match adventures
obviously i’m using the word adventure lightly. here’s my favorite (read creepy) message received this week:
But I am determined to find a way to meet women, so I shall keep writing these letters tell the cops come. I work in construction as a finish carpenter in park city, so if I come home with somebody from work you should be worried. Hope to hear back from you soon.