Buffets are the Mothers of Abomination
Oh wait... let me just scratch "make a summer banner" off my to do list.
There, much better. Stick your feather in that and call it macaroni.
So Chup and I had a rad time in Sin City. Mostly, I sat comatose by the pool and ordered lots of room service. I finally got around to seeing the rest of "Dream Girls" which Chup and I walked out of when it was all the rage in theaters. It's not our style, people just breaking into song for no good reason, what is that all about?
Here are some other things I just don't understand:
- Buffets
- Southern Accents
- Trade Shows
- Hypnotist Shows
- Slot Machines
- Smoking Breaks in 106 degree weather, (because wouldn't you rather quit smoking?)
On second thought, I did sit in the outdoor hot tub when the sun was aiming at my chest with 104 degrees this weekend. Toasty cleavage. I don't understand it, but I like it.
What don't you understand?
