Summertime: Rules for living

It’s summer, bitches. Make up your own rules.

Inflation (is a good thing)

The beautiful weather (and the Quaker) once again inspired me to dig the ring pool out of the shed today. EWWWW! I guess I was over that shit when I lugged it to the shed in the fall because either I didn’t clean it then or the shed leaks or both (my money is on both). It was covered in some smelly, nasty black mold. With a hose, some rags, a bottle of Clorox Clean-up(WallyWorld brand, of course), a sore back and two hours, she’s back to looking good as new. Once I get the air compressor from a friend of mine tomorrow, it’s welcome back to Whitetrashistan, bitches: Floaties, frosty Miller Lites and my Salem Ultra Light 100s (so basically just like my regular life except I’m floating in three feet of water).

If this is wrong I don’t want to be right

Yes. I wear flip flops with socks on. It’s getting cold out, bitches, and I’m not quite ready to give up the most perfect footwear ever invented (or believe that summer is really gone).