mrdouchebag

I think I'm beginning to notice a pattern here. I wake up... drunk... Somebody calls me... we drink... Somebody else calls me... live music... we drink.. Hang out with awesome people... drunk.

I'm drunk.

Its 6:58 a.m. Cheese is laughing in a hysteric manner...
He's been asleep since i got here at 5... I'm mildly scared of sleep laughter.

Somewhere in between me chugging lots of beer and closing time; I chose to gently meander out toward the cold padio amidst all the top 40 radio friendly rock tunes that were riling all the toothless gentlefolk into a spastic dance-ish frenzy that couldn't help but burn horrible moving pictures into my brain. A sad, drunken, depraved pile of rejects stuck in yesteryear. trying to dance. I'm sure if you took two Robosapiens glued a mullet and a shitty goatee on one, and let the other eat its way to the series final of All My Children.... poured beer all over them and watch them fumble and squirm to the hard rock hits of the late 90's, I'm sure you could come close to emulating my evening... But only if you are drunk til sunrise.


New favorite old insult - ish

Eat a dick