Tonight,
Quintron at the Spanish Moon
Sunday... uh, Superbowl?
Monday,
Spanish Horses at the Moon
Tuesday,
What the fuck are you doing in Baton Rouge? It's Mardi Gras
I'll be in Eunice.
Chasing chickens
I just bought cleats.
I stood in line to buy the cleats at a thrift store behind a hot pregnant white girl accompanied by a way-too-happy-to-be-alive black woman, apparently from a pregnancy crisis center, with a basket full of baby things. I wanted to take her home. I guess the hip thing to do now when you're knocked up, is affect Ellen Page. The best thing about pregnant chicks, is you already know that they're fertile. And if they're pregnant - and clean - as this girl was, man, that's a like 2/3's of the deal.