Bored, bored and more bored. No yummy Adam Lambert on teevee, no Noah Wylie to be seen and nothing new in wrassling or UFC. I puttered around today in an anxious state awaiting the moving in of Ridge McStuddmuffins with nothing to do. My apartment is spick and spann, I even shined the wheels on my Hoverround and ironed all my muu-muus.
So this evening I decided to dip into the can of cash in my own freezer, left over from cleaning Mary Lynn's apartment. I've already run through the dough from the Yatching club, travel ing is expenssive. Disgustic isn't it? I have been trying to hold out until the 1st when my check comes from the government along with a new moths foodstamps allotment. I've even trying to be thrifty with the USDA food giveaway stuff because no one knows what the fuc is going to happen with this crazy government run by neegros and women.
But... the carnival is in town. Yummy cotton candy, corndogs, boardwalk frieds and the like. Hot greazy carnies. A man buffet.
Dressed in my finest, a black tube top, jean shorts and my black crocs, classy, elegant and casual all at the same time. Rode the Hoverround down to the fairgrounds but had a hellluvatime navigating it over the coarse stubble of the grass. After I'd eaten my fill of cotton candy I'd laciviously licked a corndog in front of a few carnies at the food area and now, I've gota couple of dates for later tonight. I came right home after a few rides and lots of food to get ready. Red the carnie tells me that you ain't seen nothing till you ride the Tiltowhorl nekkid. I have a feeling i'm about to find out.
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