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Last night I drank this vodka that had pineapple in it that had been soaking up the Vodka for about 2 days. The vodka was nice and sweet, almost like a good pineapple juice mix. Then I had the pineapple..........wowee. I almost cried. That pineapple hit me like a fuckin freight train. I got coldcocked. It was like takin a bite out of raw alcohol. You could treat severe wounds w/that pineapple. I briefly considered trying to be a fire eater. All I was missing was a lighter- which was probably a good thing. Lord knows I had enough alcohol on my breath. I could have failed a breathalyzer from ten feet away. At least I can take comfort in knowing my ass wasn't driving last night. I was swerving bad enough on the way out the door of the bar. Now I just found a big bruise on my body.....how did that happen? Did I fall? Did I get socked by my lovable room mate...(that fucking drunken Irishfucker)? Maybe I punched myself...that or maybe the vodka just kicked my ass. Sometimes you just never know. AT least its not like when I got jumped by six hulking, roided-out pigfuckers outside of Skully's last summer. Those were bruises that lasted a while....

Today PunkNiteMike and whatshisnuts are coming out to meet up at my house. Then we're all driving out to the Pink House to kick off what will hopefully be another kickass SG weekend. So far every SG event has been nothing but good...so i'm expecting this one to be the same....better than good actually. Nothing like turning a bunch of SG freaks loose on an amusement park to spoil the fun for the rest of the general population. Nothing like having a weekend party at a PINK house w/all your favorite SG cats....Hopefully I will behave myself.
Now it has become evident that I must go shower and prepare for the weekends activities...namely, by stopping at the liquor store. I hear it calling me....