re: Waffle house. just...how

alright then.last week ex-zilla told me i had to exercise my prenatal duties and adress some disciple problems with my son at his skool or she was puttin the dogs on me..being cynophobic naturally i comitted..
this would be a multi-bird stoning effort.i had been looking for a reason for a few months to head back and see this senorita i had met right before i moved back home.she was a dead on eva longoria.well except for being a good bit taller.and maybe lighter brown hair.definitely a bigger rack..alright so she was mexican..but she had been poppin up at all my hangouts.like a sexy whack a mole that needed to be popped on the head.she had been pretty elusive up till i left.i knew there was a prize in that box.fiance would just half to get therapy for it..

so i called ahead and everything sounded beneficial.lets make it happen.i moseyed into the upstate late monday afternoon..gettin thru columbia was like walkin thru pnut butter in flip flops but i prevailed.made time to push thru woofruff on the way in to see a man bout a mule.wont give a sundry list for the sake of the kids,but we'll say i was intent on creating that timeless dirty dancing scene.except instead of a log there was narcotics,and i hoped cramp inducing fricking would take the place of ballet.for this reason i picked up some magic dick pills.like a romantic geico policy.no rolling stone left unturned..
about the girl.she had not long before we met moved up from san antonio.probly had to blow a half dozen minutemen to get there.which is fine.i call that moxy.she had a sister there and moved to easley to work at the kayak factory.i hoped instantly she had citizenship issues

fast forward.the night was a ravishing success.i sung talking heads on karaoke.she ate like 5 bowls of salsa and i tried not to contemplate her colorectal health..i was fubar'd as frick by the time i called for the national deficit size check and wondered how torn she was.then she argued with me for 15 minutes about which truck was mine.cash money baby.she'd be unfurling her fajita in short order.i drove home like tron..

so,circus shite withdrawn,it was a remarkable night.may have gotten the neighbor pregnant.its quite the fog.what i do know is when i recognized the tortured rite-aid alarm clock it read 9:47am..whoa frick.the conference was at 10..undelay..pissed in the sink while i was brushing teeth,jumped in jeans and a tshirt and busted out the door.with no regard for ticketry,i made it to the skool in like 4 dry heaves.i would not let my son down.we would rectify his business today.and keep the canines off me
it was as i pulling into the learning center that i noticed something awry.i was packin a 5000psi yard on.i mean like a steak knife.holy frick..whats a dad to do.so i bounced out the truck and got to relocating my stiff business.the thigh tuck wouldnt work.too rigid..after several shifts i ended up just going flag pole and crammin it up behind my trusty bocephus belt buckle under my shirt.the cap was purple and looked like it was about to split apart like a dutch toy but it was veiled and had to do..
well as i hit the door you can imagine what transpired nest.yeah.the class bell rang.it was 10oclock.the oily levy broke and within seconds the hall was rife with beibers and cyrus's.and i had no idea where i was goin.numerous tots got the elbow.i was feverish..it was then that time froze.i glanced over into a mirrorish trophy case.wow..here i stand.eyes traffic cone red.hair like amber waves of unkempt dead grass.a dirty hooters shirt cloaking what only i knew to be a cylindrical piece of mahogany.ive had better mornings..
well,i found a rental cop that ushered me tardily to my son and a pissy guidance counselor that looked like carla off cheers.my son seemed relieved.but not really..short story short we put together an action plan.i had snatched him from the jaws of academic execution.and it felt good.then they let me sign him out early and we had sushi on the way to his moms.what seemed at times like a disastrous attempt turned into a magical bonding affair..so never look at one gift horse in the hand.miracles come in large packages sometimes..