We are not alone

So Brett made a “best” friend named Dez and a while back he spend the weekend . I’m on nights so I am a cranky asshole come Sundays. Well anyhow Bobbi tells me that we are supposed to go over this kid’s house for dinner so that we can meet his parents. I’m think’en this is going to really, really suck ass and I better take some beer so that I the night goes by quick and I won’t care about how lame these people are. I was bitter. I took a six’er so I wouldn’t appear like a drunk (and the Dez is never allowed over again) but its enough to get me through.

These people are awesome! We have new friends out here now. The dude’s name is Carlos but the kids all call him “Poppi” including Bobbi, which makes us ALL uncomfortable and the chick's name is Jennifer. When we got there Carlos was listening to gangster rap while downing a Budweiser. Every-other word is “Fuck.” These are my peeps, man.

Carlos came from Brooklyn and has the accent to prove it. He says, “If the kids (plural) gonna fucken swear then at least they better learn to fuck'en use it correctly. Fuck man what you drinken?”

Jennifer is cool too.

We are having them over this weekend for some fucken beers.



On a side note: Julie and Scott just left after delivering my Bronco. It was a good time by all. Thanks guys.