Had my final today for the lunatic professor I have posted about. It was an absolute massacre....but it also means I finally have a fucking night off. I think I forgot what beer and social interaction are like. Time to jog my memory.
I've always wanted to get fucked with a beer bottle. The suction part freaks me out a little, but I bet it would be fun.
I don't pretend to be normal. Don't make me feel worse. I'm not proud to have spent $4,000 on a family pet.
Dear Janitorial Dude at the Gym: I respectfully disagree with your statement that you were "just as surprised" as I was when you walked in on me in the fucking shower. Thank Christ I'm quick with a towel. Kind regards, Me.
I'm watching baseball that I don't care about and trying to get black out drunk. Friday, I don't know how I feel about you anymore. I used to like you
What the hell is going on around here? All I know is that I'm feeling rather inadequate and I fear for the safety of my bicycle.... ...and in the latest boring white guy news, I'll be seeing this guy play at a bar here tonight. He's not famous or anything but it's going to be a great rocking fucking night.
Bit late to the party, and you fuckers seem to be chattier than Old Sack in a strip club bathroom with three other dudes solving the world hunger problem... I'm buzzed and feeling lazy... anyone care to catch me up with a "Previously, on WDT..." post?