Why?
I just watched quite a few people drink a lot of whiskey.
And why?
Because they felt like it.
That's so stupid.
Like an hour and a half or so later they all had to leave because they were too drunk, they couldn't even stand up.
That's what I want to do, stumble around, feel like crap, and not talk right.
What a blasty blast.
Real fun times.
I'd so much rather remember what I did that night.
Maybe spend a night on the couch with a particular pretty lady I know, watch a movie.
Better yet, sneak into a show, see what kind of trouble we could get into.
Hopefully not much, if I got put in jail I have a feeling I'd be the one getting violated.
You know...the kind of stuff that you don't ever wanna think about.
And now you are thinking about it, and it's all my fault.
I'm sorry/welcome.
I want a twinkie really badly.
Dadgum movie.
=D
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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2 comments:
Hehe, blasty blast. That Dane Cook's a silly bitch
Jesse, your comment made me laugh.
And I agree with this whole thing Chris!
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