i had a dream last night that i was adam lambert all glampussed up and then i woke face down in my twin bed without any sheets...still working on making my bed. mary jo could you be a doll and kiki down to the tin bin and freshen up my room before 4th of july weekend. i heard vince, my "professional" dishwasher and coon trapper, talking outside the tin house. i then realize that he was talking to my aunt patsy, aunt pauline, and cousin susan. wait were we front row at ms. lambert's concert? i rolled over and saw my aunt patsy peepin' thru the screen door. crusty eyed and still in a north wildwood dollar beer fog...i was mac n cheesin' on poosy hard last night...i think when i grow a beard i turn into a dyke and start making out with my gf's and i am all about big boobs. what the eyeliner?...i think my aunt patsy said we just got back from church and she would email me? tony told me last night that there was an ant in the microwave and he nuked it with his tea. it did not die. so, we are goin' to have this nuclear ant roamin' around the chalfonte? vince better set the trap. how much do you get for trappin' a monster ant? vince gets 45.00 dollars for catchin' a coon on the hotel property and 20.00 dollars for catchin' opossums. so, it would safe to say that ant must be worth at least 10.00? i don't need no ant stopping by the tin house to play a quick game of crazy 8's. i have to get back to work we open in 2 hours and i have not done any cooking yet? oh boy. i just got a note that a local came to breakfast last monday and we had pork roll and no baccon...so now we have to put bacon back on the breakfast buffet everyday and fried fish on friday, saturday, and sunday......here we go again and kiss my cutting my food cost down this season. the state of my fucking life. is it october yet? suck my dick decker, girls.
