Key West

Alright dudes i want to wish you a happenin spring break from no place other than Key West, Florida (U.S&A.), home of the Jimmy Buffet Margaritaville.  Sal and I packed our baggies on Monday (mon-day like heya mon jamaica LOL someone's in the island spirit.. okay it's me) and it was up up and away to the land de paradisio.  Now before I get into the bogus shitshow, let me give you a taste, per se, of le KW: Above is a kewl pic Sal shot of me down at the southernmost point of the continental U.S&A. just livin it up and soakin up the rays (when cloudtown decided to finally damn buzz off!).  Afterwards we went to Margaritaville and got a real taste of Jimmy Biffits ideas.  Besides bein an excellent muisishy, Jimmy Biffit knows where its at when it comes to the life de island!! Sal and I got some drinks and I forgave her for having idiotshit friends. Did ya know that Key West is home to Original Margaritaville? that's right, and I'm here until the 23rd baby.  77 and partly cloudy read it and weep hombre.  

Okay, so one of the reasons I'm so glad to be livin the Island life is the trip over.  Now as you know, I fuckin love to travel.  Traveltime is my passion, and I'm not just sayin that.  That said, the flight over was a heaping pile of fuckin shit.  The movie, if you can even call it that, they played was "Four Christmases", which i am giving a 0/10.  It was by far the worst filmy ever made- FUCK YOU VINCE VAUGHN!!! anyhoo, the whole time i was watching that bullshat, two damn kiddies behind me wouldn't cool it with the jibber jabber! I made an angry grunt at the two shitheads, but they didn't get the picture.. whatever.  The worst came when I needed to go to pottytown and the kiddies made funny of me for having to drop the kids off at the pool (c'mon now, it's natural).  That was the last straw and so I shook them (lightly), and fuckin stewardshit made me move to the back.  That's it for Delta- NO MORE.

= 0/10!!

But for now, I'm livin the good life with Sal with the sweet sounds of Jimmy Biffit.

Keep it real,

Bill Doody

Time De Cinema/Historytown

7/10 

Sal and I had some nice time de cinema while it was fucking snowy central in the outdoors.  She made some of her famous poppycorn to munch on (too bad the bitch damn burnt most of the treaties) and we watched the alltime classic Runaway Bride.  It's a movie about journalist hoohaw, marriage and some woman shit.  Sal went damn bananas and talked n' laughed too hard at one part so i muted movieville for at least ten minutes so she could fuckin cool it- but despite interruptions this was a very kewl movie. I'm just gonna say one word of vocab: INTENSE.  It's rated PG so you could watch it if you're like.. 12 lol.  

Okay so here it is by poppy demand: Historytown, population: 2 but whos countin lol

 

So as you all damn know Sal and I married each other as just friends.  We met each other in junior high but weren't friends until I damn literally bumped into her at a TGIF'S.  I have a severe issue with intimacy because of rashes and made that clear right off the fuckin bat.  There is NEVER any hoo hoo, hanky panky, steamy time, or gettin down with it (whatever you wanna calleh', OFF LIMITS).

We got just as friends married in 2003 in Las Vegas cause that's the only place that would do the deed.  This pic is right before I made a funny at Elvis and asked if I could be knighted lol (because he's the king).  

Here's the whole gang: Frank and Beth Dempenchest (Fuck You!!!), Bart the doggy, Todd, unknown, Tammy, unknown, Sal, and Yours Truly.  Frank and Beth probably fuckin farted or something lol.

Keep it real,

Bill Doody