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Fuck I'm loaded, I was feeling really down and depressed this evening. And my Buddy Ryan wanted to chill so we went out for some beers and wings. We didn't know that it was karoke night I hate karoke, everyones so drunk and tone deaf they make old school punk rock bands sound good. But we got drunk anyways. I made him a deal He'd eat the chefs challenge wings (which the last time he almost puked they were so hot) if I'd go up for karoke. I picked "Every Rose Has Its Thorne" by Poison... and as luck would have it the person right before me during her song the machine broke. So he suffered through the wings and I didn't have to do it

So my birthday is Next Sunday, and I'm going to be turning 21. I'm legally gonna be allowed to drink anyone where in the world, yeah go me. The last year of my life thats gonna have any significance other then just another year older. I really don't know what I'm going to do. The gay super bowl is on my birthday. I hate football. And I'm gonna hate going to a bar on my birthday cause its gonna be full of all the people that always start shit with me. Yet I don't want to spend my birthday like how I spend most of them. Watching my friends suck a couple hundred bucks of speed up their nose and sit there and draw all night while I sit there drinking by myself and smoking weed. I wanted to go to Medieveal Times for my birthday but I don't think anyones gonna have the money to go to Toronto and pay for their dinner, so thats probably out. I'm debating about spending it doing something I never do. Sleep.

Well I'm gonna go play bass. And thank you to Lydia for the postcard and the birthday present. I promise I won't open it until my birthday as tempting as it is to peak I won't, I'll be good.

So in closing,

Two condoms walk past a gay bar, one turns to the other and says.

"Hey man, wanna go get shit faced?"