5.26.2006

I must be...

the only sucker working today. the rest of my local friends have either: bolted out of town, or had the day off.

however, we took delivery of a spanking new plane this morning. the girl pilot that flew it down from the factory was fuckin' hot as balls. I wish she didn't live in independence, ks so she could give me flight lessons.

5.18.2006

help my friend raise money for a worthy cause...
my dearest friend arin is raising money for the cystic fibrosis foundation's annual walk, great strides. she used to work for the foundation and she continues to be involved by raising funds and volunteering her time. the foundation's mission is to
improve the quality of life of those living with cf as well as to support clinical research that seeks to control and cure the disease. the local austin chapter of the foundation is trying to raise $135,000 with this one walk alone, and she is doing her part to help them meet their goal.

please consider making a donation to the foundation. you can click on the link below to make a donation by credit card. any amount you can contribute would be
greatly appreciated.

http://www.cff.org/Great_Strides/ArinGray

some of you have corporate matching. check with your hr department. and as an added bonus I will match up to $100 any donation made by my readers.

5.17.2006

and this is why I'm still single...

I don't even know why I try sometimes. aside from giving an unfortunate lady the enormous task of looking after my still immature ass, I wouldn't want to burden an immaculate angel with my nefarious soul. nathan and I actually offered to "natalie holloway" a girl. and everytime he said we waited for one of them to say how awful we were. but they all laughed because they all have low self-esteem.

few things make me cringe in shame. the memory of this foolish crack did just that.

5.15.2006

another bachelor party in the books...

you cannot expect me to compose a coherent string of thought, must less and entry. so I will do a bit of self-plagiarizing from an earlier email recap I composed:

I had no idea this trip was going to be so educational:

- you might be deemed too drunk to bungee jump for properly following directions. such skills earn you advancement in the modern work place, in padre it guarantees employment as a bungee jump screener or a hostess at amberjack's. moral of the story: next time you are asked to type your name to the waiting list and you notice that everyone else has done so in cursive or barely legible writting it would be best to keep that information to yourself.

- money is a language not yet mastered by the s. padre island locals. the hostesses at amberjack's must be speaking a totally different dialect.

- who knew that a tractor was not necessary to pull hoes. emulating "the power move" on the dance floor is infinitely more effective.

- my friends are the greatest; you can sucker them out of money on drunken bets and they'll still buy you burgers. twice.

- natro's skill to get ryan w. in trouble is uncanny, yes, even at 5:01am.

- asking waitresses "where's the whores at?" yields far more accurate information than asking a harlingen gas station attendant for directions to the island.

- the majority of tyler guys continue to suck. they'll invite mothers to drink the last of your beer, lead you on wild goose chases around the beach, and actually dispose of unopened beer cans when johnny law asks you to pour out the opened containers. houston guys (i.e. me) convince married/engaged girls to take shots off each other's bellies and to let their boob flop out.

- you can pocket $100 for convincing a cute chick to meet you at the ho-tel, but you'll still get banished to the pull out sofa.

- only an idiot overcome by the awesome force of brotherly love would kick out a passed out ryan w. from a twin bed instead of sleeping on a king sized mattress.

courtesy of natro:

Why are we the most popular dudes at Louie's?

"Because all the other dudes are just standing there and we're lighting 100 dollar bills on fire at the bar." - WG

5.09.2006

date/anti-date

I asked this girl out friday night -- saturday morning if you want to get technical -- she said "yes" and we agreed upon a restaurant. I enjoy her company, she seems to enjoy mine, she likes college football and she's very pretty...so what's the problem? we haven't talked about it since and, frankly, I'd rather not go out the night before I have to leave town for another debaucherous weekend. the realist in me is thinking that I'm being an ultrapuss for not following up; yet the rebel romantic in me says that I'm conserving my energy for another day when I can devote my full attention to her.

...and the perv in me knows for a fact that her rack is fantastic.