midnight

Do what?

RIP.

I don't like Jell-o. Doesn't matter to me. I hate the texture of gelatin.

She was about to cry because you drove 100 miles without the ability to see, and was thankful no one was killed.

And this was the last time we ever saw Mini ghost. Damn you PlayStation!

My dad was a trucker before I was born, then he went into business for himself as a septic tank installer and landscaper. He owned 2 bulldozers, a backhoe, trackhoe, several semi trucks and trailers, a fleet of dump trucks, etc. Then one day, he decided he had had enough and went back into trucking. He got another semi truck and went back on the road. he made a lot more money per week driving a truck. Most of the time, he was bringing in over 2k a week as an owner/operator. He didn't even have to haul nationwide. He just hauled regionally. Georgia, Florida, the Carolina's and Alabama. He had the CB radio in his truck, and those guys always looked out for each other. Giving cop warnings to each other. Road check warnings, etc. Sometimes they would all meet up and eat. You get to meet new people and become friends, especially when you and some of the other drivers are hauling the same route everyday. Also, truckstop showers and bathrooms are like the locker room for those guys. And the tales they have are funny and spooky in lots of instances. And don't forget about the infamous ''lot lizards.'' Lord, I have heard some tales about them.

I haven't ridden in a back seat in many, many years. Vehicles are the worst.

Anyone under six and a half feet are beneath me. Literally.

I was thinking about the graffiti artists spray painting Fuck Trump up and down the stupid thing. But you are probably right.

I’ve got tons of them in my beard.

I ate a pizza and half this weekend. But I’m a big fat piece of shit. No shame.

I had to go for a routine check up. Part of being an old shit.

Yes it does. Yolo.

Cream pies. Asian cream pies.

I have found that I don’t really like any franchised restaurants. I just stay home and cook.

5 minute ride is a long time on a bus, when you’re being bullied by the high school football players though. He just stays home and orders Domino’s with his mom’s credit card. If he’s been a good boy.

He’s never had real pizza. Like pussy. He’s never had real pussy neither. Just his hand.

Domino’s is not expensive. You’re right. The price reflects the quality. Cheap = garbage.

Yikes. Tell the director he/she has a pretty mouth and that you'd like to paint their lips on a canvass with your dick.

Tell them your marijuana plant died and you are having a funeral, and start asking them if they could be pallbearers.

(Shoots laptop with Packard's piece of shit gun). Looks like I'm back. Packard's gun was a cheap knock off of a cap gun.

Turns right around, and leaves the internet. Nope.

The spray paint industry will skyrocket.

I like our homemade pizzas better than any I get from anywhere. I grill them. They are awesome.

You will get older Zeni. So will those legal age teens.