Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Pool Procrastination
Yesterday, instead of working on things that need to get done, I layed my pasty, jello-like body on a chair by a pool somewhere in Cordova/Lakeland. I drank beers and ate chips. I think I got a bit of sun, but I'm still pretty much scary pasty. I met a Jack Russell Terrier named Mr. Pickles who peed on my roommates foot twice. But he licks up his mess - he's a good boy. We gave the child of a stripper a package of cookies which she later fell into the pool with, leaving four doo-doo looking cookies to slowly disentegrate at the bottom of the pool. It was good times.
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2 comments:
well, gawd, FINALLY you got off yer patootie!
a few things:
--you've always been pasty and we've always loved you anyway!
--if you want to afford a house w/a pool in Lakeland, be a stripper.
--cause, as you noticed... it's always good times at the stripper's pool!
Now, it wasn't the stripper's pool. It was for an apartment complex. But apparently a lot of strippers habitate at this particular place. Maybe it's close to the joint.
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