Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
if this hangover is indicative of how 2011 is gonna be, i want nothing to do with it
#1 lesson to be learned from mardi gras this year: lock your car doors or some grimy dude like me might just bang in it and use your backseat as a kleenex
I'm going to make an art book filled with pics of me peeing in every bar bathroom I've ever been in. Dedicating it to you. You're welcome.
Fun fact of the day: Our cat does not like rum.
Super stoned right now. And I stared at my exit, thought to myself "hey self. That is your exit" and I kept driving right past it.
And I just want you to know I got myself into this mess. I gotta get myself out. Plus, don't you only need one kidney?
I left when you were using your mug to lay on the street and ask for spare change
I flashed the bar tender last night. Apparently I wanted a whiskey to go and that was the golden ticket. This is why I never come home
I'm not saying I would have to be high to sleep with him. I'm just saying it would probably help.
The house hit rave levels when La Bamba came on which confuses me because I live in white suburban Canada
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA ASSHOLES
I'm not even the least bit surprised that I whored myself out for tiramisu
the sex was good. her showing me pictures of her 4 year old daughter afterwards was not.
Update: tequila girl had her hand down groomsmen pants
Hey bro are you still alive??? I'm sure you are wondering how you ended up laying on the floor at the foot of your bed and why there is a wheelchair by your door....
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