Yesterday can be summed up into two words…Jesus Christ. I had to drive out to Laughlin for the day to help my Dad deliver a truck to a customer. Problem was I had to drive by myself for four hours. Aside from that, I was thought to be a threat to California Agriculture, gained new appreciations for Rednecks, lessened my appreciation for Cougars, found out I can win table games when I have no idea how the game is played, and have a feeling that my Dad thinks his son may be a little less straight then what previously thought…
Driving Four Hours Does Wonder on the Brain
If there’s anything I can actually teach you in life, it would probably be don’t drive to Laughlin by yourself and think. Seriously; Don’t even think now. I get a ton of random thoughts in my head, everyone is aware of that. I don’t know what I was listening to, but I got to thinking about cheesy pick-up lines that I probably would have done if my buddies Mike and Dave came along with me on the trip. Here are probably 3 of the most retarded ones I came up with
- How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice. Hi I’m Ricky…bam.
- Knock Knock. Whose there? Ricky, nice to meet you…wham-o
- Wow, you with all those curves and me with no brakes…
Other things on my mind, why do strip clubs always have bright neon signs that say “LIVE NUDE!!!” are there some strip clubs that bring in the necrophiliac crowd? When the “Burn-out-in-the-Parking-Lot-Guy” goes home at night, does he just do a fist pump in the air and says to himself “I just nailed that Albertson’s. Next, the mall…” Who the fuck is Joanie and does she really love Chachi?
A New Breed of Rednecks
During the time I was thinking and singing some tuneski’s, I got lost. I swear to God, I thought I was in the movie The Hills Have Eyes. I thought some mutant was going to come down, blow my tires, and I was going to awake to me getting raped by some Zombie thing. After wiping the tears from my eyes, I managed to make it back to the highway and went to one of the scariest looking gas stations ever constructed in the
Cougars, no thank you
After being lost for a while, I finally made it to Bullhead City, picked my Dad up and we made it to Laughlin to have a little fun. When we first got there, we had a beer and I sat down at a table in which I thought was Blackjack. I’m sitting on the table and talking with my Dad who wasn’t playing and my Dad tells me the dealer wants me to cut the deck. I can see these two old people just shaking their head on the table. First off, I’ve played Blackjack a ton of times. Not once has the dealer EVER given it to the person who just showed up to the table, unless they strike a conversation. So after looking like an idiot there, she starts passing out two cards face down, which again is never the case. So I flip my cards over and she freaks “Sir put your cards down” and I’m just staring at her like a retarded looking at a piece of bologna for the first time. So I look at my cards and I do a hand motion for hit me. She tells me I have to brush the cards a certain way, which I did as I motion hit me. So the old people laugh again. Eventually I realize, I’m not playing Blackjack. I’m playing some weird ass poker game against the dealer. My dad is busting up at me because I have no idea what I’m doing. After a flop of another round of cards, she hands me $10, I guess I won. So my dad and I are laughing at the fact that I was playing Blackjack and it was a complete different game. As we are laughing, the dealer assumes I’m still playing and starts dealing again. Still not knowing what I’m doing, I ask for another card and stop. I win again. Now I won $10 more bucks. No idea how, no idea why but I won. So I get off and start playing Video poker while my dad walks around. As I’m playing, I notice a strong smell of menthol and feeling of want. I turn around and there she was, A 52 year old lady smoking a Virginia Slim and just fixating on me. She wasn’t the prettiest thing in the world, nor cute for that fact. She looks like a greeter at Wal-Mart. So I just say hi and turn back around and in a deep raspy voice she says “Hi my name is Deb, what’s yours sweetie?” “Ricky mam” “Please call me Deb. So what’s a young little stud like you doing in a place like this” after holding my throw up I respond “Just hangin out with my Dad Deb” “Hmmm…so how about you and I go up to my private room sweet cheeks?” “You know Deb, that’s probably not a good idea. My dad is walking around and if he comes over here and I’m not here he’s going to flip” “Oh come on. Let me show you a good time. How bout I buy you a beer” “Actually Deb I’m almost done with my beer here and I’m going to be leaving so….” “Well come find me if you change your mind” she rubs my back and leaves. Friends…I think I’ve told everyone of you that if I saw a cougar and that cougar was about to pounce at me, I wouldn’t move. I’d let it attack me. Well I lied…this thing, this beast was not a cougar. This was some sort of alpha-feline. I was so scared she was going to take me to her room. She reeked of despair and moonshine. She smoked so much, I’m sure her vagina could make smoke rings. Deb ruined my love for Cougars…
Having Some Sort of Style Sense, Doesn’t Make You Straight
After running the hell out of Laughin, my dad and I decided to stop by some outlets and do a little shopping. We went to this skate shop that was closing down. I found a polo I liked but was kind of hesitant on getting it. My dad told me to get it and I said no, and I quote “One thing dad, stripes are going to make me look fat. Second, this doesn’t match some of the stuff I have” My Dad looks right at me, shakes his head, and calls me “Joto” which is gay in Spanish. I looked at him and was just ashamed with myself. It didn’t help either when I put on the shirt and asked him if it made me look fat. The problem is, I watch way too much Project Runway, which is actually gay in itself. I think yesterday my sister and I were watching it and she said “I hope they don’t kick off the guy” “No they’ll get off the girl, her colors are clashing”. This is what watching these shows will do to you, they’ll gay you down. This is almost as bad as my obsession with watching Food Network with my pants off.
So that was my Saturday.
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