Rum and Coke

Bitch you a bitch.

When I was at Subway the other day in the ghetto, I mean Wal-Mart, I requested some of the bread be removed as I typically do. The nice Latino gentleman behind the glass inquired, "Why, bro? You're not fat." I said because it was healthier. When in actuality it's because I'm not eating it for the bread and I'm not a fucking horse. He was chill, but still quite inappropriate to say to a customer. You can tell he doesn't give a shit about his job.

Yo. I saw this fine ass bitch at a local diner today. Nice ass and titties as Three 6 Mafia would say. I don't give a shit if that makes me sound sexist. I want to go again next week at around the same time and have the balls to talk to her this time. If I get shot down, fuck it. Right? Right.

I've been having a lot of fun with Bailey's, Vodka, and vanilla almond milk.

Now I can buy Lucky You cologne like I wanted and I don't fucking remember what.