Casual Sunday afternoon in Florida. I love how the people driving the car don’t stop or pull over or even bat an eye that they have a shirtless methed-out hooligan surfing on their roof.
Driver: “Do you hear that?”
Passenger: “Ya, it’s just a grown man foaming at the mouth peering through our sunroof.”
Driver: “Oh, must be one of Dale and Linda’s sons.”
Passenger: “No, I think its Dale himself.”
Driver: “Hm! We still getting dinner with them tonight?”
Passenger: “Ya, looks like he wanted to carpool.”
GOD DAMNIT FLORIDA I LOVE YOU. If it weren’t for you I probably wouldn’t have a job. Like in the BroBible interview, my pitch was “ya, I’d say I’m strong in Excel and well-versed in talking about crackheads getting turnt up in Florida. I’m also a good team player.” As long as Florida still exists, I can do this blogging thing until I die. How’s THAT for job security, DAD?!