midnight

Only Kosher beef hot dogs. Usually Nathan's or Hebrew National.

Sweet tea is the only thing I drink. I literally drink nothing else. Ice cold sweet tea. All day and all night long. I go through about 10 12-packs a month. Or a couple of gallons a day.

We just became best friends.

It doesn't get much lower than the 50's, maybe in the 40's, in the morning time, in dead ass winter here.

They're surprisingly comfortable.

50's is cold as hell here yo.

I wear Crocs to do outside shit in, like yard work. Then I wash them and wear them as house shoes. It's all I wear around the house. Of course, with socks. When I go out, it's New Balance sneakers. New Balance are comfortable as hell, and they actually make them in my size and width.

Truth.

Well, I'll send you a cookie then. Mrs.Texas and it's cold.

Mama told me I'm a good kisser.

You got a purdy mouff boy.

Stomped a mud hole in his ass and walked it dry.

We don't know shit from Shinola.

Haha. Well you know it don't even get cold down here. So, I can't knock the winter until I actually experience one. It could be worse. I could have moved to Georgia and have to get used to this shit we call weather. At least I'm used to it being shit. Right now, I'd just love to get a couple of days of rain.

Apparently not. That first half of the comment....no clue. Something along the lines of windmill cancer for all I know.

I'm in Georgia man. It's hot as fuck and humid as hell. Gnats and mosquito's. The hell is there to like about any of that?

Huh?

I wish you had trusted your instincts and not commented. Again, after the word stupid, I read no further. Two sentence rule and all.

Why do you call her stupid?

Nah man. I don't think I could stomach that. It's all feet too. Men, women, animals, I can't stand them. I am literally only barefooted when I'm in the shower. I always have socks on. Always.

Commission jobs are no guarantee. I would never suggest a commission job. There's no money to be made there. I would take the job in the grocery store. When I started in grocery years and years ago, I started as a low paid night stocker. I worked hard and was promoted to management within six months. I built up a reputation within the company, and another opportunity presented itself. It was for night manager for a different company, two hours one way from my house. But the pay was worth my drive every night. Then I got a raise within a couple of months because I was valued. My point is, it may seem like a shit job right now. And it is. But if you keep your head down, and bust your ass, you can move all the way up to manager in no time really. You can gain a trade in the grocery business, that you can take with you to any grocery chain in the country. I could have even gotten a moving package. They would have found me a place to live close by, paid my utilities and rent for the first year, and paid moving expenses. But my house is paid for and I didn't want to move. So I just drove it every night. I recommend the grocery business, especially over a commission based job.

I have to. It is a fear I am trying to conquer, but it is not working. I thought if I just looked, I could get over this weird phobia, but it has not worked. I only have two phobias and they are not very common. Fear of feet, and fear of eggs.

I wish it would end forever.

Her's are the only ones I can tolerate. Her feet are pretty. I'm sure there are lots of women with pretty feet, but I kind of have developed a phobia, and for whatever weird reason, I have to look at everyone's when I am out, and get grossed out. It's like a wreck. I can't look away because of the morbid curiosity. It seems like the people with the most jacked up feet, are the first ones to grab those flip flops and head out in public.

and now I am forced to see people's ugly feet when I go out in public. I hate spring. I hate summer. And I hate feet. Cover them up. I do not want to see them. If anything gives me nausea faster than eggs, it's feet.