Enough of all this mushy introspective crap.
I’m going out.
I’m going to get drunk.
In fact, I’m going to get so drunk that my kids will be hungover until they hit puberty.
I’ve got a one size too small shirt, a couple Andrew Jacksons that are just begging to lose the cold war and get traded in for vodka and pant load of fuck fuck.
Cross your fingers for me, I may not come home alive.
Miss(ed) Manners 
go get ’em tiger… and please call me in the morning… 😉 xoxo
Comment by sunshineincali — July 11, 2008 @ 2:53 am |
The evac team is on stand by and the discreet hostage rescue team is ready should you fall victim to a one night stand ending with breakfast of cold shame and guilt.
Comment by Keith — July 11, 2008 @ 10:20 am |
Oh the shame.
The shame!
Had to do my hair in that little coke mirror, keith.
Comment by missedmanners — July 11, 2008 @ 10:56 am |
dude….if you can remember your name in the morning (or afternoon, depending on when you get to sleep) you’ve failed miserably. you’re under orders to permanently erace all of grade nine from your memory.
Comment by matt K — July 11, 2008 @ 4:10 pm |
erace…..so apparently i’m illiterate now.
Comment by matt k — July 14, 2008 @ 6:29 pm |