Vanilla

Things have been insane lately.  I’ve decided to focus on the funnish stuff for now.

Baby mama’s 21st birthday yesterday, we all got drunk off our faces.  Went to a strip club, got our boobies rubbed by chubby, probably methed-out strippers.  Gave ’em a dolla, holla!  I thought I’d be pissed off, uncomfortable, since Boy was with me.  However, I was tipsy, and I realized how fucking busted the strippers looked.  Hard to be jealous when you can see all their acne and c-section scars.

The only thing that bothered me were the really creepy, skeezy old guys who would give money to every girl and just stare at their vaginas like it was a steak dinner.  On a Thursday night.  You can just tell they are there every day.  UGH!

All strippers smell like vanilla and baby powder.

I finally found a breeder I want to get a dog from.  Of course, this is for next year, but I’ve been emailing her a lot, asking stuff about her dogs.  I am planning to get a performance Whippet to lure course, race, and possibly hunt with.  This breeder has gorgeous champion race and show dogs, does health tests, and is trying to improve the breed.  Perfect!

I would love a pup sired by this guy, he’s a champion, and a monster at 47 pounds!  (Most Whippets are around 35)

I’ve also been looking at new cars.  I’m thinking a Jeep or some sort of small SUV or hatchback.  Something with 4 Wheel Drive and room for a kennel, and maybe a baby’s carseat.  Hey, if I get a new car I want to keep it for a while!  Gotta think ahead. :3