My Summer (Part 1)
As this summer comes to a close, I can’t help but think about how much it sucked. Working from 9-5 every Monday through Friday in an office gave me a staunch view of how my life is going to be. All my life I was told how awesome life would be if I had a degree and was working in an office by my mother. Well, ma, no offense, but that was gay. Now I have to pay the consequences, for life. Don’t feel guilty or anything.
Rather then getting up at 10 AM and watching Jenna Haze get fucked up the ass by a donkey while she’s sucking off some random dude (more or less the way I’ve always spent my summer days), I had to get up at 7 AM everyday, go into the office, and read specifications. I’m not saying that it was bad; all I’m saying is I would’ve rather stuck my dick in a shredder.
In terms of weather during the summer in New England, it’s either 95 fucking degrees or it’s raining. Those are your two options. You would think this would be a good thing with the potential for scantily clad girls in the area, but the problem is that some of them are fat and it only takes the sight of one fat bitch in short shorts to ruin the fantasy involving the 10 hot girls that passed by before her. Some men go on safaries to Africa to take down big game; I wish they’d come to Boston take down fat chicks. I don’t think we have to worry about them being an endangered species anytime soon.
More complaints about my summer to come (cuz I know you care oh so much)….


Don’t miss the bear…