WE'RE PATHETIC AND YOU ARE ALL LESSER PEOPLE FOR KNOWING US!
Not One - Not Three - but TWO(s)-DAY! This is it folks, the biggest waste of a day in a whole week of days. We won't bore you by repeating our litany (if you live in the mid-west or went to public school, "litany" means a long list) of all of the things wrong with the day, but trust us, Tuesdays are a waste of air. We can't name a single good thing that has ever happened to us on a Tuesday except the time those identical twin strippers had us over to their room at the Motel 6, but we didn't get there until after midnight so technically that really was Wednesday!
Anyway, after we rolled outta the sofa-sleeper today (around 2pm or so) we walked down past the Ranch-Mart (we need more oil for our '86 Taurus because of a slow leak from the block so we're walkin' for now) for some Mexican food for breakfast. If we gotta live through Tuesday, we might as well make it a "Taco Tuesday!" And what about those tacos? FISH TACOS, BABY! Enough said? You know what we're thinkin' and we never thought like that before the night at the Motel 6! Damn strippers!
Folks, let's be honest here. We're lowlifes (wouldn't it be "low - lives" since it's plural?), but we're comfortable thinking that rotisserie chicken from the Ranch-Mart is gourmet. Look, we're proud that Deshandra from the trailer in space 27 is gonna graduate from beautician school (we actually think of it as a "graduate" degree since she already got her GED a few years ago). We don't just think our Dale Earnhart collector plates from the Franklin Mint will go up in value - we actually like looking at them. And yes, we drink allot of beer and eat allot of fried food. We know we're pathetic, but we also know allot of strippers and get allot of free "squeezers" from them just for asking. Speaking of asking, it's time for us to wander down to the world famous Palm Canyon Roadhouse (OH YEAH - it's on "the" PALM CANYON DRIVE, BABY!) and ask to open a tab for the night...
Fish Taco Tuesdays - we're all thinkin' the same thing! Kevin found his career path right next to the Ranch-Mart!
Only 2 weeks and Deshandra graduates! Kevin thinks she could open her salon here and also keep the sign!
Anyway, after we rolled outta the sofa-sleeper today (around 2pm or so) we walked down past the Ranch-Mart (we need more oil for our '86 Taurus because of a slow leak from the block so we're walkin' for now) for some Mexican food for breakfast. If we gotta live through Tuesday, we might as well make it a "Taco Tuesday!" And what about those tacos? FISH TACOS, BABY! Enough said? You know what we're thinkin' and we never thought like that before the night at the Motel 6! Damn strippers!
Folks, let's be honest here. We're lowlifes (wouldn't it be "low - lives" since it's plural?), but we're comfortable thinking that rotisserie chicken from the Ranch-Mart is gourmet. Look, we're proud that Deshandra from the trailer in space 27 is gonna graduate from beautician school (we actually think of it as a "graduate" degree since she already got her GED a few years ago). We don't just think our Dale Earnhart collector plates from the Franklin Mint will go up in value - we actually like looking at them. And yes, we drink allot of beer and eat allot of fried food. We know we're pathetic, but we also know allot of strippers and get allot of free "squeezers" from them just for asking. Speaking of asking, it's time for us to wander down to the world famous Palm Canyon Roadhouse (OH YEAH - it's on "the" PALM CANYON DRIVE, BABY!) and ask to open a tab for the night...
Fish Taco Tuesdays - we're all thinkin' the same thing! Kevin found his career path right next to the Ranch-Mart!
Only 2 weeks and Deshandra graduates! Kevin thinks she could open her salon here and also keep the sign!
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