Well last night here in Utah it was a fly by the seat of your pants night. First and foremost.. the Utes got tromped...Bummer! but the night started out with a couple lazy chicas chillin in hoodie and sweats. Its was going to take a miracle to get mine and Erins ass's off the couch.... All the sudden that miracle swept over Erin and we were off like that. Flannel shirts and boots!! Big D wanted to swing by the Durango, but when we walked in it was like vvvvvvvvv (record stopping) I was out before I could say cheese on rice. Off to the Republican we go. That place is a dive, but oddly enough we hit a huge ski party premier jig! Then we headed off to the Westerner. Im just at the bar trying to work my steeze and next thing I notice is Erin just a whippin around on the mechanical bull!!!!! Hell yes! that little lady road it longer than all the other brats with tramp stamps!~ Thats my baby sis... you can tell we come from a cowboy town. Did I mention I hate line dances...and the night was topped off by a girl telling my buddy that he needs to find cuter friends to hang out with! um.... what the hell do you say to that! Bitch beware I will scratch off your pound of concealer next time I see you! and then what puts a crown on every good night at the bars... A trip to Betos!!! Veggie burritto please!
ky out
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