I am finally in the cabin that inspired the name Cabin. Except that I am not in the cabin, I am in Bob Dog’s pizza. Bob Dog has free Internet. But I am living in the cabin for the next couple of months. I will be sharing the cabin with my nephew AJ and various friend’s and relatives throughout the summer. Mostly Aj’s friend’s. He was up for less than a day and had five different visitors. It’s cool of AJ to hook me up with a bunch of 19 and 20 year old girls to hang out with. I always said AJ’s got the hook up.
My tan is coming along nicely, for a farmer.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
I alway thought it was this kind of cabin. You know with you being so gay and all.
say hi to good ole fallen leaf for me. my cousin and her kids are spending some time in their cabin there this summer, so if you meet a couple called lara and alex and their two kids, well, you could marvel at the smallishness of the world a bit, i suppose.
Concerned,
What about my liberal bias?
I'm glad you didn't say it inspired the word "cabin." It would call into question your factuality, to say nothing of your liberal bias.
Farmers and young girls. Sounds like a cabin to me.
Post a Comment