Mission: The OC

I'm a native San Diegan, therefore I have certain inbred views about The OC. Mainly, Disneyland is located there. Also, it is the armpit juice spewed forth by Los Angeles for those people that could not afford to live in LA and are not smart enough to live in San Diego where the sky is not a permanent brown haze. We do not call it The OC, it is Orange County and it is not pretty.

However, there is one redeeming feature of the county that is Orange. Anna, the one who said: "Hawaii was great. Everyone I saw gave me a big pat on the back and a huge pile of thanks for not taking you. Hawaii was grateful. Can't say I blame them. AHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA." This, after I wept and begged and went fucking down on her in a vain attempt to stow away in her luggage and share the Hawaii experience. Therefore... in the month of June (when Chicken is going to be flying hither and yon with his grandmother and not with me) I shall make it my ULTIMATE GOAL to visit Queen Anna in her land and hump her leg. Twice. Just the left one.

I expect she will need to indulge in her girly Vodka during the experience while I finish off of my huge vat of tequila. It will be fun indeed. The county where the sky is Orange, you have been warned.