I was really planning on going out tonight and trying to get me a little noonie cookie. Unfortunately I'm not really feeling up to it.
What I really need to do is make an appointment to see my doctor. Since this is a new job I'm trying to hold tough until my new benefits kick in. I haven't quite beaten whatever it is that I picked up at my last job. Things are not bad, they're just not as good as they should be. Every time that I get around smokers or hang out in a bar I end up with a sinus infection. Which is bad enough, but it's even worse when you let it run it's course and don't get any treatment for it. So there you have it, I really need to get to the doc so he can prescribe some anitbiotics and this time get him to give me enough to actually get rid of it.
Needless to say this really puts a damper on trying to get my pickle tickle going. While I have no doubt that I could go out, have a good time and end up in the sack doing the subsonic tummy bump. It would not be the easiest task possible.
Let's face it, I'm not exactly working with Brad Pitts looks and Vin Diesels body here. To be honest, I'd have trouble getting girls away from the Predator. He's tall, dark, exotic, foreign and he's got dreds. What the fuck do I have to work with here? I'm short, tubby and bald. That's great if Frosty the Snowman and Danny DeVito are taken I can pick up some of their groupies.
Even if I did get a lady, or something else, home I'd still have to worry about little drops of snot falling between her naked, heaving breasts. Now let me ask you southerners, are snot bombs a turn-off? Because I've got the whole mouth-breathing thing going on now and that may actually be in my favor. I'm not going to be adding any family members but I might be able to find some dirty coveralls and a farm animal.
