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Friday, November 14, 2008
Friday Night in Dallas
Friday night in Dallas is like New Year's Eve every week. And I don't mean in a good way.
We have to meet up sometime on a Dallas Friday. I can take you to Club Douche--our hair gelled, our bodies emitting D&G cologne, our rippled torsos donning striped dress shirts: we can do some coke in the bathroom, drink a Stella Artois or two, do some Jager-Bombs and pick up girls with blonde hair and tanned skin (how does that work, by the way? What ethnic ancestry does that derive from?) and we can finish the night driving 130 mph down LBJ Freeway, hit-and-running and vagrant and laughing about it back at my roof-top jacuzzi.
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John,
We have to meet up sometime on a Dallas Friday. I can take you to Club Douche--our hair gelled, our bodies emitting D&G cologne, our rippled torsos donning striped dress shirts: we can do some coke in the bathroom, drink a Stella Artois or two, do some Jager-Bombs and pick up girls with blonde hair and tanned skin (how does that work, by the way? What ethnic ancestry does that derive from?) and we can finish the night driving 130 mph down LBJ Freeway, hit-and-running and vagrant and laughing about it back at my roof-top jacuzzi.
Give a call, bro!
- Your pal in Las Colinas
I like the sound of that, although I prefer to stop the car and simply kick the vagrants to death
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