Ever have a late hitting hangover? You wake up after a nights drinking and you feel more ore less fine? Then about 8 or so hours later you feel like a house just fell on your head and your stomach feels like it's been out crab fishing on the bearing sea? That happened me yesterday, and on into today I might add, after a party at Sparrow's place.
I've come away from that night with several lessons learned.
1) Pear vodka tastes and smells bad no matter what you put in it.
2) Fart jokes are always funny.
3) Hat's are the new sluts of partys.
4) Solidified fat and red sauce is apparently where HIV comes from. Who knew?
5) Sing Star is the work of the devil.
I also got to try a beer I found in the store by accident before the party started.
Yes that's right ladies, gentlemen and Ted, I found the Holy Grail and I imbibed from it. It tasted gooooood.
I've come away from that night with several lessons learned.
1) Pear vodka tastes and smells bad no matter what you put in it.
2) Fart jokes are always funny.
3) Hat's are the new sluts of partys.
4) Solidified fat and red sauce is apparently where HIV comes from. Who knew?
5) Sing Star is the work of the devil.
I also got to try a beer I found in the store by accident before the party started.
Yes that's right ladies, gentlemen and Ted, I found the Holy Grail and I imbibed from it. It tasted gooooood.
Hee hee!
I had a fun night on Sunday thanks to a shot known as the 'Blackbeard' and then brought all the girls back here for Sing Star till dawn.
Im still feeling it. Now I sound like Macy Grey without trying!