|I could have gone into the Carnie business.|
Or... You can skip the heartache and possible retina damage by clicking HERE. You can catch up on past events and interpretive dance your feelings to me. Please feel free to send me a video on it. Because if it's one thing I love, it's some interpretive dance... with ... ribbons... and... cats....
|*tear... sniff* Just so beautiful...|
But I digress...
Our story begins with us attending a party at Kenny's house. I may have gotten a bit tipsy and left my sunglasses there. And by "may have" I mean "that's exactly what I fucking did." So, then this happened.
|Kenny stole my glasses and mocked me. Heavily.|
|It. Was. Awesome.|
So, obviously, it was on like donkey kong!
|We took Kenny's Shorts to Six Flags! They rode the kiddy rides like crazy bitches.|
|Me and Kenny's Shorts became superheroes! Just like we always dreamed about.|
A few weeks later, we ran into each other at a family party. Things got really tense. But, we're adults. We took care of things, old west style. (Meaning we sat around and drank a lot.)
In the end, I got my glasses back. I kept Kenny's Shorts though. He will have to pry these motherfuckers from my cold, dead legs.
|Seriously, Kenny... MY COLD, DEAD LEGS!!!!|