Well. this is crazy ad hell. Look im not going to church this up or get emotional, but get this..

So, im sitting on the back porch of my new place in boxers and flip flops. Ruminating over love and loss. half unpacked. girlfriend not speaking to me over my imbecilic actions friday night. the smell of crock pot roast starting to crowd the kitchen

Something manages to catch my eye and I glance up. its a sheet. a page. spinning and rocking its way down like a severed butterfly wing. It lands near my feet and I reach for it

quote:
"LMAO. WELL LOOK AT YOU BUNCH OF MOROSE SONS OF BITCHES. CAN YOU SMELL IT? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT SMELL IS?? ITS COFFEE. THE COFFEE ON NICK SABANS BREATH. THEY GIVE HIM AS MUCH AS HE frickING WANTS ON THE BUS RIDE BACK BECAUSE COFFEE IS FOR CLOSERS. WHAT DO WE GET AT UGA? THE PERPETUAL PLEASURE OF SCRUBBING COACH EXCREMENT OUT OF CLEAN LINENS EVERY SUNDAY MORNING AFTER A BIG GAME. POPE RICHT THE PIOUS WINS AGAIN! HAHA. A COOL 4 MIL A YEAR TO TAKE A DUMP ON YOUR COFFEE TABLE IN FRONT OF YOUR WIVES AND KIDS. SUCKERS!

Fml. fricking Gata is still zinging me in the afterlife. Im going back to bed

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Posted by Litigator

Hog Jaw, Arkansas

Member since Oct 2013

7536 posts

Posted on 10/4/15 at 2:47 pm to Chef Leppard

I think someone else has already said it but you need to write and/or assemble a collection of these entertaining stories. It could be called "Chef's Exploits and Other Assorted Life Stories" or something to that effect. Spunky could write the Foreward to the book.