Quite scurvy pirates in Spain. Arryarr
The following is an actual excerpt of a dialouge between two of the millions of voices in my head:
-Man, I have really got to stop demolishing my nights like this.
-Shut up gigglebutts, and keep that hand of my lower thigh.
-I mean, why do I keep staying up late just to watch
-PORN!
-No, I keep watching that ridicilously awesome show "Arrested Development" (Ka, and might I add FUCKING POW that show kicks ass.) and chat with my beloved, and scratch my thigh.
-I told you to stay off the thigh, hombre. Now I'm a lay down a thunderstorm of whoop-ass on ya.
-Whatever, I am going to sleep now.
... Okay, I lied. This conversation never occurred, and most certainly not within the fortifications of my highly functional brain. You may now adore me for being funny.
In other news, I have had a ROCKING month abroad. Headed over to my cousin living in Sweden, the man went and got hitched so I attended the wedding and had one hell of a time. Swedish people can dance.
This was just the beginning of a sweet trip that proceeded onwards to Spain, La Manga.
Two bros in La Manga
Tellings of that tale will require far more awakenness than I can muster at the moment, so I shall retire and wait for the proper moment to spring my story.In ordinary-speak, that means: I am lazy and tired, so I'll be posting it later.
-What do you mean about Horse?
Clubbing, hard!
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