Yup, good times. The birthday weekend has passed, and my mighty 22nd came and went with a fizzle of scatalogical proportions. Go figure. My 21st happened while I lay attached at the neck to the toletthanks to the clear goodness of vodka. 
My 20th came to a crashing halt with a mix of...well...too much 
, I drank whatever was handed to me, everything from everclear to tequilla, coors light to smirnoff ice. My hangover lasted for 2 days. This year, I wised up, but not much. I bought a 6-pack of Corona, but no lime. The reason for such crappy beer that I paid WAY too fuckin much for(8.65), was, for the second consecutive year, I misplaced my license when I really need and want to buy alchohol, which, ironically enough, I'm actually of legal age to buy. Since I live in a village of 5 ppl, I walked down to the general store/gas station. I get carded, because even though I buy my smokes there, the dude never saw it. So, the 6er of canned bud was a bust. So, i walk to the general store/resturant and got my beer there, where I was not carded. 
Yay. The sad part, however, is I only got to drink 2 of them, because I transported them over to a family gathering on behalf of my b-day. It was ok, certainly no Foster's which I had planned on getting, but failed to attain. Well, on the ride home, since the beers sweat so bad in the cardboard holder, it was totaled. So....I left them in cupholders in my ride, and they skunked. 4 beers wasted because the stupid mexicans that brew the shit have absolutley no fuckin ass clue what the flying fuck they're doing or thinking by putting BEER in a CLEAR bottle. $9 wasted because I fuckin have no idea where my goddamn license is. Oh well. I got an old buddy from back home coming down in a week and a half, so it's all good. My last hurrah as a civillian before I ship off for the Navy. Yay. But, before you kids go thinking Dear Ol' Jack is a sellout, my intentions are sure as shit not as pure as gold... 
Get my ass out of debt, get my ass free living accomodations, get my ass free travel, and get my ass more money than I know what to do with, however, I do know what I'm going to do- Get me a $50,000 Sports Car of foreign origin dirt cheap overseas and brought back to the states on the governments dime- Nissan Skyline GT-R R34. Possibly a cheap Humvee, maybe a civillian, but most likely a decommissioned military rig I can fix up as part of a crash course in my future civillian gig after the military-which leads to the last hidden agenda- Get My Ass A Good, CHEAP loan to start my business(es). 
Rockin. Well, anyway, I'm gonna get my ass back to doing what I do best, maintaining the title of "Old Skool Pervert". Yeah, you bitches dig that shit . Till next time-
Seacrest, Out!
My 20th came to a crashing halt with a mix of...well...too much , I drank whatever was handed to me, everything from everclear to tequilla, coors light to smirnoff ice. My hangover lasted for 2 days. This year, I wised up, but not much. I bought a 6-pack of Corona, but no lime. The reason for such crappy beer that I paid WAY too fuckin much for(8.65), was, for the second consecutive year, I misplaced my license when I really need and want to buy alchohol, which, ironically enough, I'm actually of legal age to buy. Since I live in a village of 5 ppl, I walked down to the general store/gas station. I get carded, because even though I buy my smokes there, the dude never saw it. So, the 6er of canned bud was a bust. So, i walk to the general store/resturant and got my beer there, where I was not carded. Yay. The sad part, however, is I only got to drink 2 of them, because I transported them over to a family gathering on behalf of my b-day. It was ok, certainly no Foster's which I had planned on getting, but failed to attain. Well, on the ride home, since the beers sweat so bad in the cardboard holder, it was totaled. So....I left them in cupholders in my ride, and they skunked. 4 beers wasted because the stupid mexicans that brew the shit have absolutley no fuckin ass clue what the flying fuck they're doing or thinking by putting BEER in a CLEAR bottle. $9 wasted because I fuckin have no idea where my goddamn license is. Oh well. I got an old buddy from back home coming down in a week and a half, so it's all good. My last hurrah as a civillian before I ship off for the Navy. Yay. But, before you kids go thinking Dear Ol' Jack is a sellout, my intentions are sure as shit not as pure as gold... Get my ass out of debt, get my ass free living accomodations, get my ass free travel, and get my ass more money than I know what to do with, however, I do know what I'm going to do- Get me a $50,000 Sports Car of foreign origin dirt cheap overseas and brought back to the states on the governments dime- Nissan Skyline GT-R R34. Possibly a cheap Humvee, maybe a civillian, but most likely a decommissioned military rig I can fix up as part of a crash course in my future civillian gig after the military-which leads to the last hidden agenda- Get My Ass A Good, CHEAP loan to start my business(es). Rockin. Well, anyway, I'm gonna get my ass back to doing what I do best, maintaining the title of "Old Skool Pervert". Yeah, you bitches dig that shit . Till next time-
Seacrest, Out!
Yay.