Okay. Never go with friends with vodka and beer. Shit is too funny. Snakes, spiders, tattoos and blogs. You would never understand this life. You know, bondage talk, that's what he/she said comments. It's complicated. As I type this, I can't stop laughing. This blog will never be finished due to the trolling and excessive laughter. Shit gets pretty intense. Now we got the massage table out. Two massage therapists, tattoo artist, random blogger (me), and the dweeb. Hmm....add it up with vodka and we got entertainment. None of this shit makes any sense because you're not here to understand and experience it. You gotta experience this to UNDERSTAND the LEVEL I'm at. My dears, we are LIVING. You, sadly, are not. I am Sherlock and you all are my Watsons. Stories will be shared and are being shared at this moment. Mr. Jack, the dog, is curious to the what is going on. To him, we are the strange ones. To us, he is thinking we are insane. Truth be told, we are sane but insane. What life could I live if I wasn't insane with my sanity? It is not a life, my children. We are Doctor Seuss. The tea to your crumpet. The bagel to your coffee. The russian to the roulette. We are the reason sanity is still left in humanity. To live like this for a night is the life to live and make a vacation into one day feel like a week. Do it like us, and you'll kind of understand. You shall never understand this night or these people or myself. Understand this, "The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Do you understand?" It's just as Captain Jack Sparrow said.
We are Sherlock Holmes. We are Jack Sparrow. We are Edgar Allen Poe. My children, we are sane. You, are not.
CHEERS!!!
"Why is the rum always gone?"
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