Getting checked out.

I was on my way to watch a movie with friends when I saw a woman looking at me. I thought she was just looking to see the guy who got out of the convertible, but a female friend says women don’t care what cars guys drive and she was checking ME out. Well, I know she wasn’t really, because my first reaction was to see if I had anything on the front of my shirt.

My dad decided not to go to see his cousin in Spokane. He’d rather sit at home. Hell, I’m a lot younger and I’d rather sit at home than do most things as well. Like father, like son.

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