Wicked Valentine
Bight Me
photobucket, my man, they got the funniest shit on there.
and you can define weird anyway you want.
and you can define weird anyway you want.
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- Thread starter Mighty NorCal
- Start date
Ahem...
You stand where you always should... behind the rest of the NJexus.
Mustang Sally
Sells seashells by the seashore
Your thread is the best, D.
Will you two just get a room already? Bah gawd, you're even starting to hate John Cena together.
This is true. But no one can stand side-by-side Norcal's shoulders.
Thank you, love. How're things?
Yeah, she and I just need to get some e-sex on.
FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
Sam once said he considered making me a personal thread. I believe it was the single greatest moment of my WZ life...next to my staff appointment.
Mustang Sally
Sells seashells by the seashore
Sure, I've been looking for a new server, anyway.
I made my own because I'm uninteresting and nobody gives a shit. Yeah, that's about it.
Mmmmm... new server. Yeah, I get it...
Dude... that makes NO sense.
Actually, if you go look at my thread, it will. It's just me talking to myself.
I was just kiddin' anyway.
Mustang Sally
Sells seashells by the seashore
FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
I talk to you every so often Crock.
Mustang Sally
Sells seashells by the seashore
Funny you should say that. I also prefer my women on their knees
Uh oh.
Now I've gone and done it.
Uh oh.
Now I've gone and done it.
Yes. You brought my ****ty side out.
I'm a ****.
Mustang Sally
Sells seashells by the seashore
It's something I do.
So let's review my weekend, shall we?
Friday
For those who live under a rock, I'm a part-time musician. And I've been working in California since two Wednesdays ago, just outside of LA. Anyway, you could imagine my excitement when I got the chance to go to the Sunset Strip. We started at El Compadre on the strip and I had some INCREDIBLE Mexican food (jumbo shrimp, stuffed with king crab meat and wrapped in BACON... so much yum) with their popular flaming margaritas. As I was waiting for my table, I happened to glance at the door and guess who walked in; you might remember her from Rock of Love with Bret Michaels:
Yup, Daisy De La Hoya. My penis almost immediately exploded. She was so tiny and cute, with her tall and dressed-up rocker boyfriend-guy. Anyway, I had to ask her to excuse me since she was standing in front of the table they sat us down at. She was nice and said sorry. It was quite a moment...
Then we proceeded to hit the Sunset Strip and go into the Whiskey a-Go-Go (where Motley Crue got their start), the Roxy, Rainbow Room, Viper Room, and House of Blues. All of these places are staples of rock and roll. It was so awesome just to be inside.
Saturday
I was invited to a 30th birthday party on a party bus that was set to hit four wineries and was filled with fake-breasted women. Needless to say, I was excited. We all met up at the birthday girl's friend's garage that contained all of his restored, vintage cars. He does the work himself and has more money than Norcal has muscles.
After we departed for the wineries, the craziness began. Mimosas were flowing and women were dancing on the stripper pole inside of the bus, followed by myself and a few other guys getting in on the action. Music was pumping, alcohol was flowing, and women were dancing like ****s. It was beautiful.
We got to the wineries and began downing expensive wine and taking in gorgeous landscapes. The day went on and we got more and more drunk. Finally, it was time to head home and we danced and went crazy for the two-hour trip.
Our plan was to make a quick pit-stop at my co-worker's apt to get changed and head to a restaurant when I got my first real taste of what California is about... as I went and got dressed, they were all blowing lines of cocaine on the kitchen table. Needless to say, I was a bit uncomfortable.
We moved onto the restaurant and I had a fantastic sushi appetizer followed by a bouillabaisse... a French recipe for a seafood stew (this one served on top of an awesome red sauce). FUCK it was so damn good. But the meal was ruined quickly when the coked-up members of our group decided to argue about the 20% gratuity that was slapped on our bill, since our waitress was awful to us (I guess because she knew she was getting a guaranteed tip.)
Then we proceeded to a local bar/lounge/club type of place where I got another taste of California. Newport Beach is full of some of the most stuck up, bitchiest women I ever came in contact with in my entire life. They stare you down until you look their way, and once you give them attention by looking back, they throw their noses up in the air just to be a cunt. I had the best time that I possibly could, despite all of that, and went home to finally sleep.
Friday
For those who live under a rock, I'm a part-time musician. And I've been working in California since two Wednesdays ago, just outside of LA. Anyway, you could imagine my excitement when I got the chance to go to the Sunset Strip. We started at El Compadre on the strip and I had some INCREDIBLE Mexican food (jumbo shrimp, stuffed with king crab meat and wrapped in BACON... so much yum) with their popular flaming margaritas. As I was waiting for my table, I happened to glance at the door and guess who walked in; you might remember her from Rock of Love with Bret Michaels:
Yup, Daisy De La Hoya. My penis almost immediately exploded. She was so tiny and cute, with her tall and dressed-up rocker boyfriend-guy. Anyway, I had to ask her to excuse me since she was standing in front of the table they sat us down at. She was nice and said sorry. It was quite a moment...
Then we proceeded to hit the Sunset Strip and go into the Whiskey a-Go-Go (where Motley Crue got their start), the Roxy, Rainbow Room, Viper Room, and House of Blues. All of these places are staples of rock and roll. It was so awesome just to be inside.
Saturday
I was invited to a 30th birthday party on a party bus that was set to hit four wineries and was filled with fake-breasted women. Needless to say, I was excited. We all met up at the birthday girl's friend's garage that contained all of his restored, vintage cars. He does the work himself and has more money than Norcal has muscles.
After we departed for the wineries, the craziness began. Mimosas were flowing and women were dancing on the stripper pole inside of the bus, followed by myself and a few other guys getting in on the action. Music was pumping, alcohol was flowing, and women were dancing like ****s. It was beautiful.
We got to the wineries and began downing expensive wine and taking in gorgeous landscapes. The day went on and we got more and more drunk. Finally, it was time to head home and we danced and went crazy for the two-hour trip.
Our plan was to make a quick pit-stop at my co-worker's apt to get changed and head to a restaurant when I got my first real taste of what California is about... as I went and got dressed, they were all blowing lines of cocaine on the kitchen table. Needless to say, I was a bit uncomfortable.
We moved onto the restaurant and I had a fantastic sushi appetizer followed by a bouillabaisse... a French recipe for a seafood stew (this one served on top of an awesome red sauce). FUCK it was so damn good. But the meal was ruined quickly when the coked-up members of our group decided to argue about the 20% gratuity that was slapped on our bill, since our waitress was awful to us (I guess because she knew she was getting a guaranteed tip.)
Then we proceeded to a local bar/lounge/club type of place where I got another taste of California. Newport Beach is full of some of the most stuck up, bitchiest women I ever came in contact with in my entire life. They stare you down until you look their way, and once you give them attention by looking back, they throw their noses up in the air just to be a cunt. I had the best time that I possibly could, despite all of that, and went home to finally sleep.