I'm in love with a stripper and Costco

My new favorite song “I’m in love with a stripper” How can you beat lyrics like “yeh Mike Jones…she’s every man’s dream, God’s gift to earth, women they love them too that’s what you call a woman’s worth...she slides up and down that poll got me mesmerized” –T-Pain and Mike Jones

Costco is the devil’s playground, even with a list and a set of instructions I find myself leaving the damn place with more food than a Ugandan family of 4 could consume in 2 months. Did I really need 4 tubes of toothpaste and a gallon of mouthwash? We have more Costco stuff here than in the damn store. Yet how could I resist buying enough cinnamon toast crunch that I could paper the bottom floor of the law school? I am still uncertain how I found the strength to resist buying the 3 gallons of lotion, when I do need a bottle of lotion. This is a bit mean but I love when I see dorky looking guys buying the 50 pack box of condoms – no wait a minute that just makes me sad and I refuse to state why…Anyway U can’t beat the Costco prices for lunch…can a hotdog and soda really be that cheap and have actual food product?

I love the VH1 episodes of Ego Trip’s Race-o-Rama: “tragic mulato”

“They call me Paletero man”