There’s an inside joke there:
My brother in law is my neighbor. Cool dude, we used to run around together. Did all that fun stuff like jumping off of bridges, top roping river bluff walls, kayaking, smoking endless pounds of dope, trips to panama city with our crew.
Dude got himself a super high maintenance bitch girlfriend for a spell of 3-4 yrs.
Anytime we’d ask him hey man you wanna go smoke some dope and kayak the Buffalo River, he say “nahhh man…I really beed change my oil” staring down at the ground fuggin Eeyore. LOL
Which was code for, Bitch wants to go to Nashville and wander around the mall.
My real reason for not going.
1. I have to cut a shîtload of okra before Nana comes over here nosing around.
2. Special medicine I take gives me the shîts, and my balls touch the terlot water in every crapper except my high-rise Kohler Cimmaron
