Careful What You Say Before You Pass Out or Life is a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy eh
Remember that time I went up North to get into a fight with that road sign in my car (you can ask anyone, that sign had it comin!) Remember how we chopped wood? Actually remember how that one guy chopped wood and everyone else watched, while Keith played that favourite redneck game "chase your sister with a chainsaw"....
Oh what fun! Then remember when we played that drinking game with the cards where you make up rules and give out drinks? Member Sir Sir?
And you wouldn't stop "texting" so we made up that rule that YOU couldn't text or you'd have to drink? So you just started drinking and textin more! Spoil sport!
After you took us to the "gun show" eh.....
Remember when you asked me what my tattoo said (and I told you it didn't talk!) Then after a few more drinks you said "I know what your tattoo says, it says 'I'M A BITCH, I'M A BITCH, I'M A FUCKING BITCH'" and we all laughed and stumbled outside where Kristy and I safely watched from a distance as you guys played with fireworks....
...and amazingly, despite the drunk factor, and with our suggestion not to hold a 50 shot roman candle in your hand, no one was injured! (Northern rules eh) Remember how tired everyone was after fireworks? Probably not, but even the dog was like 'rwow, he passed out rood!'
Of all the things I remember from that super fun night, I'd have to say my favourite was the fact that my tatt doesn't say "bitch" but payback sure does!
<SIGH> I love and miss the North.
Remember that time I went up North to get into a fight with that road sign in my car (you can ask anyone, that sign had it comin!) Remember how we chopped wood? Actually remember how that one guy chopped wood and everyone else watched, while Keith played that favourite redneck game "chase your sister with a chainsaw"....
Oh what fun! Then remember when we played that drinking game with the cards where you make up rules and give out drinks? Member Sir Sir?
And you wouldn't stop "texting" so we made up that rule that YOU couldn't text or you'd have to drink? So you just started drinking and textin more! Spoil sport!
After you took us to the "gun show" eh.....
Remember when you asked me what my tattoo said (and I told you it didn't talk!) Then after a few more drinks you said "I know what your tattoo says, it says 'I'M A BITCH, I'M A BITCH, I'M A FUCKING BITCH'" and we all laughed and stumbled outside where Kristy and I safely watched from a distance as you guys played with fireworks....
...and amazingly, despite the drunk factor, and with our suggestion not to hold a 50 shot roman candle in your hand, no one was injured! (Northern rules eh) Remember how tired everyone was after fireworks? Probably not, but even the dog was like 'rwow, he passed out rood!'
Of all the things I remember from that super fun night, I'd have to say my favourite was the fact that my tatt doesn't say "bitch" but payback sure does!
<SIGH> I love and miss the North.
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