How can I leave?....

Wow, so you all heard of my wierd fuckin' night. This night was different. Not so much wierd as it was fuckin' awesome. I can't wait to get back to Spokane, God knows that, but I'm still not sure how I can ever leave California.

So, to start off the story, its my last day at work until I come back home for Christmas to make back all the money I spent on liquor over the fall semester (God knows it will happen). So the guys at work (between the ages of 38 and 58) decide to take me out to Hooters after my last day of work. So I say, "Hey, great fuckin' idea"

So I clock out at 4:40, speed off to hooters, and show up around 5:00. Guys already have some beer waiting for me when I get there. Beer after beer, pitcher after pitcher just showing these older guys up. They honestly can't believe how much I can put away. The whole time, the older guy (prolly 57) is hollering at the girls and making them come over and sit down, or clean off the table, or get us more beer or chicken wings. This is the guy that the Hooters girls hate themselves after they go home for working at Hooters.

Every other line out of his mouth is "Man, I would rip that apart if I got the chance. Both hands behind my back, up and down and back and forth." This is the kind of old man I want to be when I get to that age. Drinks his ass off and gets away with everything. Fuckin a. The best part about the night, tab comes to about $300 and this fucking guy picks up the whole thing. I drank a shit ton of beer and ate a shit ton of hotwings and other appetizers and it was all free.

Work is bullshit but the fucking guys there kick ass. I know Spokane will be like this when I get there, but how can I ever leave CA, especially when this shit happens to me all the time. I love this state. Fuck WA and its liberal, bitch, feminazi, governor. I hate liberals, maybe as much as I am mysoginistic. Goddamn fuckin Kerry lovers.

Mrs. Sheehan you can suck my balls you no war loving, troop hating, goddamn feminazi, bitch. Its people like you that make this world no good to live in. You want to bitch about the war so much, you go to fuckin Iraq and live there. See how the people were treated under Saddamn and then come back and tell me you don't love this country. Fuckin bitch. I'm out, I'm drunk at 8:30 and I love my country.

Sixty-nine.

(what the hell is this number shit at the end of the posts? I just hope I'm being trendy)