My wife won a cruise to the south at the grocery store which is pretty huge surprise considering she shops 10 fucking times a day and has probably paid for 100 cruises in food at that motherfuckin’ place. She can’t go on the trip because she is too fat to travel. It looks like she is going to be giving it to me because I told her she had no fucking choice. I figured that going south is sign for me to get back to my roots and see my country and find myself like I was a college girl flashing my tits at at Girls Gone Wild event. I haven’t been back to Mexico since I was a kid and taken away.
So this shit is like my coming home. I haven’t won her over yet and the problem is that if I do convince her, which I will, I won’t have internet access everyday and I won’t be able to update everyday. I will be trying to seduce prostitutes all over the motherfucking place, spreading my seed and shit. Which is seriously more important.
I am only going to go if I find quality people to help write the site for the month I am gone. I have already asked my stepdaughter who is a pretty horny 16 year old and I will be chiming in as much as I can from the road. I’ll be more into living as many fucking daydreams as possible but the good thing is that I am going to be reporting them back to you. I figure it’s time to get inspired and this is god’s way of telling me it’s time to go home….
So if you’re a writer, a drunkard, a drug addict with stories, an ex-prostitute, email me some samples of your writing and we may turn July into some kind of Hippie Communal site that will still be better than all the fucking other ones out there, even though no one reads it. If I go, I’ll be back in mid august. Maybe life doesn’t always suck afterall…..Even Squeegee Kids who are in their 40’s like to dance sometimes…mainly when drunk and high. Cuddles.
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