In reality Im the white guy in the hat and glasses. ESP in my old age with the hair loss. My friends are way more cooler than I could be. Until Tuesday when Im in the club and just pulled up in a AMG. CLS 55 that I can not register in my name. Nothing like watching girls in stockings and high heels while your lit up in side the club and watching the snow fall outside at 1:30 in the after noon. And jay just told me while Kraft is passed out in the VIP room, hey Dewey this is Monday, and not Tuesday. And that my friends is the perils of rock and roll decadence. Back to my job on Wednesday in the grocery store, dreaming of all the girls with that big ass booty
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 05:56:57 +0000