So, I get in touch with my cousin yesterday. We’ve never hung out really, at all. He only lives about a 30 minute drive from my house. It sucks that we don’t really keep in touch very often.
My other cousin, his brother was in town as well (which I didn’t know until yesterday). Well, he calls me up and tells me that they’re meeting at Hooters to watch some basketball and drink some beer. “We should be there around 7:00,” he says. Me and the hippy got to Hooters at about 7:00. I call my cousin to see where they are, and he tells me that they should be there in another hour or so. Well, the waitress was probably lacking in the looks department (not that I wouldn’t, if I weren’t completely devoted to my special lady friend). By the end of the night, she was looking like a model. Anyways, the waitress obviously had some sort of thing for me. As I said before, though, I’m completely devoted. I won’t say there was no flirting from me going on. Jesus though, when there’s an even half-way decent girl that makes it somewhat obvious that she wanted my cock in and around her mouth, it helps the old ego. The hippy and I had a few pitchers, and a few extra beers, aside from the pitchers. We get ready to leave, and I tell Becca how much I’ll miss her; while trying to finish the last of my beer. She says, “Go ahead, take the glass with you. I won’t say anything.” I shoved the glass under my coat, and headed to the truck.
We all decide to meet up at Tables and Ale, and take advantage of their $1 beers. We had 2 and realized that the liquor store was getting ready to close, so we ran out and found the closest liquor store and headed home with our shiny new case of beer.
On the way home, me and the hippy sucked smoke from a lit joint into our lungs. We got home, barely; because I was about to run out of gas. It costed me $70 to fill the freaking truck up.
I went home and went to bed.
I honestly don’t know why anyone reads this shit. I’m glad someone seems interested in my meanderings.
-Beans™
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