I would be lying if I said that I wasnt dreaming about extremely bad food for me like pizza, buttered potato, ribeye, translucent French fries, chips, coffee with cream, actually anything with cream. So I'm searching for direction to distract myself, drew turns on bullriding. So I immediately turn on the blogspot to work this craving out cause bulls remind me of a juicy steak. This guy comes on the screen, his name is Kenny Westrope. Not only does this idiot ride bulls, he has the stupidest name ever. I bet the family history to that name goes like this: his great great great grand"daddy" moved to the west with a bunch of stolen shit. Someone puts out an apv and ppl start suspecting this guy is the guy that is wanted. So someone approached him and said "hey, I know you are in the wanteds, and there's a reward." I'm taking you in. And kenny's relative says, I'm not wanted that's not my last name. And he looks around the room and comes up with west and then realizes how dumb it sounds and stumbles out the word rope and then repeats "westrope".
I'm not really hungry, I'm bored. And hot cheesy pizza would be great right now or a cheeseburger. Instead I'm pontificating Kenny, the bullrider, Westropes last name.
Time for an apple and spark. Maybe a hardboiled egg too.
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