THE LADY RIDING HER YELLOW CANARY has come out of her shell. She is separated from JACKASS and the sun is starting to shine again. Since then she has been having nonchalant gatherings at her house. These of course involve alcohol. After the alcohol is flowing the stimulating conversation starts.
We have an array of quests at THE LADY RIDING HER YELLOW CANARY’S house. THE MEXICAN, BRUCE (THE MEXICAN’S husband) TATTERS and her man, CHOWDER HEAD and husband, SOGS, Me (FEMALE JIM) and CUTE NEW BOYFRIEND.
Everyone is gathered in the kitchen. This could be because this is where the food is. Or maybe it’s easy access to the wine and beer. It’s funny how when the women start talking that the men disappear. Perhaps we run them off with our loud chatter and even louder cackling. Men don’t seem to think that women are competitive, but I beg to differ. Because we are competitive the chatter and cackling gets louder and louder as the evening progresses. Why do you think woman have their menstrual cycles at the same time. This is to compete with other woman. You don’t want some other woman having sex nor picking up on men when you are cycling and not feeling your best, do you. (Actually, CUTE NEW BOYFRIEND told me that line last night. Interesting theory though.)
Anyway, the conversation quickly turns to sex and religion. Not sure why that is. But I’m certain that I made complete and total sense considering by this time I was on my second bottle of wine. I arrived late to the gathering. So, I had to make up by slamming my wine. You know…because I am competitive and all. CHOWDER HEAD was on decent behavior. She only flashed her tits once and that was actually aimed towards her husband. I think she may have even stayed some what sober. Amazing.
However, CHOWDER HEAD is sponsoring my C.N.B.F. and myself this evening. I’m certain this will consist of a gallon of rum. So, if I remember the events of tonight’s evening you will hear from me tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
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You must have been shitty not to notice CHOWDER HEAD being drunk that night. She was slurring and kinda stumbling around.. I think the only reason she left is because she was afraid her next step would be to pass out again and get her face painted all over...
Well she was just as loud as usual and her clothes stayed on. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice.
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