March 18, 2011

whooda THUNK

dear rush rush diary,

the heat is on. i have to make the three digit mark by sunday at midnight or i lose the mf'in bet. i'll make it. last time i lost a bet i had to suck a dick in the waffle house parking lot AND eat there. yuck to both. even if the dick is still layin up in the other room right now- i hate eatin at the waffle house and i hate being told to suck a drunk dick. if you tell me to suck your dick- oh my GOD- i would rather wash the fucking car. unless you COMMAND me to suck your dick. there is a difference- and i cant much tell you what that is- but i can tell you, there IS a difference. oh and- don't whine either- gawd no. nothing is worse than a whiner. oh wait- yes there is- a beggar. you got only ONE chance to command me- if it don't work- it ain't gunna. i like to play the, 'yes master,' game. you really cant play that with a guy smaller than you tho- i mean you can- but it's hard to.  you never really feel like they've gotcha. come to think of it, son of a bitch, i've never gotten to actually play that game at all- so i dunno what the fuck i'm even talking about. oh well, i got another post done.