Work.

Sucks.

Papi el Grande felt the need to tell me how loud I can be during boo-tay bouncing.

He also felt the need to demonstrate (the noises not the sex, you pervo) in the middle of dinner. At Jose's Noodle Factory.

Last night.

Kid's night.

The clown seemed to like us. Or at least Him. She kept comin back with her Raggedy Anne hair and creamy white face paint. She made a balloon animal upon the request of Papi el Grande.

It looked nothing like a sword, but more like a huge cock. I'm thinking about writing Mister Jose himself, and alerting him that his clown girl is not so pasta-riffic.

Oh yea - my son followed Papi's moves and echoed the grunting noises.

Ass Clown

I seem to have lost your phone number. I think my son ate the paper. Rained on my idea of prank calling.

Today's Object of Lust:

Crazy-Jim

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