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Sun 24 Apr, 2005 08:02 am
Waking up very hungover, doing the dreaded "wallet check" to find out I have 1 dollar left in there.
Good times.
Oh yea, I also remember telling my buddy's girlfriend that all women are gold digging whores.
Gotta love how insightful I get when I drink my face off.
blueveinedthrobber wrote:Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:Oh yea, I also remember telling my buddy's girlfriend that all women are gold digging whores. .
And?......
Uh...exactly. I woke up sober and still feel the same way.
I think you meant to write inciteful.
littlek wrote:I think you meant to write inciteful.
I hate saying this...but I don't get it.
That's not a word.
You were inciting her - sounds the same as insightful..... aw forget it.
This'll make you feel worse, k, but -- I got it.
How would that make me feel worse pdog?
Dammit...my sloppy command for the Engrish language shows it's ugly head again.
I don't think your english is sloppy, I think your hangover is.
I went to Chinatown last night.
I really wish I remember the food, since it's very good there.
And why does my foot feel like I kicked it through an iron door?
Heehee.....maybe they didn't want to let you into the 'club' and you got mad?
No clubs last night. I haven't been to one in a while.
-Bar #1: 4pm.
-Bottle full of Red Bull/Gatorade/Vodka mix on train to Celtics game: 6:30-7pm.
-Celtics game, double fisting until beer is shut off: 8-10:30ish.
-Bar#2: 11pm-?
-Bar#3: Uhhh...yup, I recall being there.
(is that it for bars?)
-Chinatown: 2am-beyond.
I think slappy needs a Bloody Mary post haste.
masturbate, take a blue valium and go back to bed.
Masturbate. Check.
Valium. None in house.
Bed. Semi-check.
I absolutely hate waking up out of habit/internal alarm clock. One of my roomates is a professional sleeper, I don't know how he does it. I'm jealous.
even worse than the dollar in the wallet is the atm slip, how is it when you can't remember where you were and what you did, you were somehow able to remember you're pin number
I luckily didn't hit the ATM on multiple occasions.
Still, a very expensive night. Kind of glad I hung in on Friday now.
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