Sorry I aint written in a couple of days...Earl and I got stuck cleanin' up the mess people made on Tuesday night over at The Shack. There was Pabst cans everywhere, broken shot glasses, panties hangin from the light fixtures... just a big ol' m.e.s.s.
Hope y'all can stop by one Tuesday night when we have our weekly party. It's a lot of fun, I promise, and anything that can tear me away from finishing up my videotaped stories is alright by me. Earl has the Dancin' Big Weiner Boys up on the makeshift stage we got. Some'll even get naked and let ya' do shots off their body. I tried it a couple 'a weeks ago and tore up my tongue pretty good on the dancers chest stubble (he hadn't shaved in a few days and he's got real coarse hair so...) I couldn't taste my own cookin' fer darn well 5 days. I nearly burnt up my kid's mouth 'cuz I put too much red pepper flakes in the chili for my Frito Pie and couldn't taste it myself to tell. Earl was sweating for hours after that meal.
Gotta run. Lurlene is goin' on a date and I'm helpin' her with her eye makeup.
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