I can't even read what I missed last night. Long story short. My childhood best friend's grandmother died, she was my Granny too... I practically grew up in her home, learned to swim in her pool etc. I'm putting off getting ready for her funeral now. After that my brother and I head over to some friends house and although I don't smoke on an even semi regular basis, I couldn't not smoke some AK-47. It was a yummy high. Then we ran out of gas on the way home. What else do you do if you're in the middle of nowhere at 2AM... call your mom. Had we not been high as kites, it probably would have sucked. It was cold sitting there for 20 minutes but it could have been worse.
So, you traded Agent Orange for Jungle Boogie? How many people were wearing wrestling T-shirts there this time? Last time I was there, I guy had on a Rick Rude & Chyna era D-X shirt on. Shit you not.
I spent most of the night drinking in an igloo with 5 other people. It's even more ridiculous when I read that statement than when I say it. The good news is it's Saturday.
In honour of Chater slumming it at a phoney-country slut bar and the earlier pick-me-up, let's do theme chicks today. Let's see you top this motherfucker: Spoiler
Drinking a beer at home and watching Sunshine Cleaning. Going to my cousins tonight to teach his girlfriend how to make margaritas. Apparently there will be drinking games...which can be a problem. I don't need a game to get drunk, in fact, when I do play drinking games it usually doesn't end well. Not to mention that I have the attention span of a two year old, so I tend to wander off. Oh well, as long as someone's there to clean up after me, I'm game.
Mmm, I'm with my old friend Wild Turkey 101 tonight. You have to be on some kind of medication to survive this weather here - it's so fucking hot the fan being on makes very little difference. I'm sitting shirtless under the fan and still sweating. Durban's 95% humidity fucking sucks. I'm surviving on Wild Turkey and sprite - it's too hot to drink anything without a mixer. Did I mention it's already Sunday here? 12:19am now. Other than that, only a few weeks until the Super 14 starts up again. I imagine this is what it's like living in the South of the U.S. during summer.
You and me both my friend. Apparently coming home from the bar after drinking all night and then drinking a couple more glasses of scotch leads to one drunk Fernanthonies. Fuckin' A.
Dude, I was there for a month already, and you were "too busy" or some shit. But I am going to take a long weekend and fly to Toronto to hang out and party with CA and some of her friends. I'll let you know when (probably late Feb), in the off chance you can turn enough tricks before then to afford the Greyhound fare. I might even be able to pre-pimp you to help cover some of your costs while there, if you're interested. I'll keep you posted.
I vaguely remember posting those messages last night. From what I remember, I went through and tried to fix spelling a few times. It still came out incoherent gibberish. I took a look at my wallet and there was a shocking amount of money still in there. Then I remembered, I only bought two pitchers last night. All shots and other pitchers were bought by others. And THEN, after we left the bar, a friend bought Buffalo Boy Hoagies for everyone. Fuck yeah, that shit was delicious. Big, fat, Philly cheesesteak = Best drunk food I've had in a long while. If you ever see a place called Buffalo Boy's Hoagies go there. Maybe consider getting drunk first, but still, go there.
Haha I love it when I wake up with no hangover, few hours time to go back to the pub and watch some cricket have a few drinks. Should be good.
Tonight, probably taking it easy. Because last night was a looong night full of vodka, vokda, tequila, and finally breaking an embarrassingly long dry spell. That said, as soon as I get home from work, one of my three lovely bottles of tequila will probably get opened.
What are his rates? I've always wanted to fuck a mod. Also, will he accept food / lodging in lieu of moneys? In unrelated news, I am deep in the bowels of a library, but the distractions, they keep following me. I need to stop taking notes on computer. And fuck toxicology. I have zero respect for professors who make their courses about hard exams instead of teaching and learning (as if we didn't pay them to do precisely that).
$10 for 30 mins of full service. He prefers to bottom, but will top for an extra $10 or valid bus pass. Food donations are always appreciated, but lodging is not required, unless you wish to discuss long term, in-home gimp services.
I'm in a highly pissed off mood, I did not need this weather report: Strong storms after 9pm Widespread showers and thunderstorms developing by late evening. Storms could reach severe limits. That means fucking tornadoes. I'm drunk and pissed off enough that this means I'm going to be standing in the rain with a shotgun and shooting at the weather. Fuck you weather, I'm going to bring the pain. Don't you dare fuck with me, I'm tired of your shit.
After two hours of rock climbing yesterday and three hours today, nothing could feel better in my ravaged hands than this ice cold, sweating glass of rum and coke.