
I was going to post more today and do a huge gallery of chicks with in red, white, and blue bikinis sporting major boob salad, but then something happened. The sun came out. I hadn’t seen it in a month, so I went outside to bask in it’s glory, and guess what? The clouds just rolled in. Fuck you clouds.
For those of you who live in a part of this country that actually has nice weather more than two days a month, I hope you catch your wife getting diddled (consentually) by your next door neighbor this weekend. What can I say, I grumpy and I’m bitter. I don’t play well with shitty weather.
As for everyone else, enjoy this 4th of July weekend. Don’t drink and drive. Besides the sex, that’s the other reason you have a girlfriend. So you can get as shitfaced as you want, and you’ll always have a sober ride home.
Before I sign off until Monday, I left a treat for you guys after the break. It’s probably the coolest firework trick I’ve ever seen, and if you get your mom to do it, make sure you take a picture and send it to me to post.

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