Kay, who the fuck invented the "Jager-Bomb" and where does their family live? I need someone's face to take the totally manufactured, monkey rage I'm feeling out on. Just having to say the word "Jager-Bomb" outloud to the poor bartender who had to deal with my stupid, bad joke making ass for the whole night was totally punishment enough for drinking something so brimming over with suck, you'd think. You'd be wrong. Going home is where Helll awaits you. A hell of watching infomercials with bloodshot eyes at the crack of dick while your stomach tries to claw it's way out of you. With it's claws. It's like, noon and I haven't really slept. Next time I get the genius idea to drink not one, but TWO of these little peepholes into Purgatory, I'll just go ahead and hook my face up to an exhaust pipe.
Redbull. Fuck your mother.
Redbull. Fuck your mother.
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I'm finally all moved and can focus on something new...that being, coming home...not sure if you got that...but now that I'm done concentrating on moving, I can concentrate on coming home...got it? Cause I'm not sure if I made that clear enough?
I'm insanely jealous of hiking with Carmen! I want to hike and talk about man boobs!!! You should really come for a visit too, I love it at my new place! We also need to rendezvous in SF sometime soon! You need to check out your future home, and I happen to know the best host in the world...for scabbies!! HA! Just kidding, but really, I know a dude. xoxo