Phil? You up yet?

@Phil McKrakin

Vodka bombs and butt plugs?

 

And before you ask, I don't fuckin' know why I'm up this late

 

I'm watching Goldblum in The Fly

 

It's just like old times.

Wanna argue about something ridiculous?

 

Phil is kind of like the fly... but with booze

 

I was watching some nerd give his theories on what's going to happen in the next Star Wars on youtube.





Yeah, this is what I'm reduced to.

 

How's your dick hanging bro? Latina prospects on the vine?

 

I have a really good line I'd like to use here, but it's prolly too soon.

 

I get it... I got douche chills on the back of my neck when that trailer came out with the Falcon 2 years ago...

Was pumped to see the movie and tried to avoid spoilers at all cost when the film actually hit the theater...

But as I sit there and watched it, I couldn't recapture the amazement that made Star Wars such a staple of my youth.

That's part of getting old I guess... things get taken from you. Even the simple enjoyment of suspension of disbelief at the movies.

The oscars last week I think proves that point.

Anyway...

 

I haven't been out and about in a bit.

So, no prospects.

I just don't feel like getting gussied up for a night on the town anymore.

I'm fuckin' tired most of the time.

 

Hit me.

 

Gussied up? Who are you, Dave?

 

He breaks out the old parachute pants and hits the club

 

It's the first thing that popped in my head.

I like to freestyle when I post.

Sometimes it works and other times it's the opposite of "gussied."

 

I'm still trying to remember when this parachute pants shit started.

I remember "sepia," but not parachute pants.

 

You were cleaning out the attic or something and found your old pants from HS and they still fit. Some shit like that.

Then I laughed because you said you danced around while you were cleaning and I said you could wear the pants while you did that.

Good times...

 

That doesn't make sense.

We don't have attics like that out here and none of my pants from highschool would come close to fitting me now.

Plus, parachute pants were out when I was in the 5th grade and you were celebrating your 25th birthday.

 

Now I remember why I fuckin' hate you.