Im bringin money. Jonnyd does NOT lug stuff. No cooler, no chairs, no fuckin tents, T.Vs, steaks, condiments. Any of that shit. I will show up with my sneakers on and spinning my keys around my index finger. So there you have it.
No pants pal. although, if I do wear pants, we can have a party in them. I dunno. Not sure. But I sure wont be draggin a fuckin Lowenbrau beer ball across 6 sections of the parking lot. You can bet your sweet Kanadean ass on that
oh Puck is on my shit big time. If I end up not going, it'll be because I wanted to avoid his advances towards my cock and balls.
He won't show. He'll tell you that he'll be there, but he won't show. We've got a better chance of seeing Abyzmul, on a donkey, coming from the barren lands of TX with Champ walking alongside him, than this Jonnyd character actually making an appearance. I knew the first (and only) time that I met him that Jonnyd was no-good.
Jonnyd won't be there as his wife will force him to go to some 3-year old friend of her step cousin's adopted child's birthday party instead. Jonnyd smokes the pole.
No, he smokes the pole when he invites strange men from a football message board to meet him, unaccompanied, at "away" baseball games. Baltimore, 2008, anyone?
