All apologies to the lovely Siara for myself failing to leave tales of drunken debauchery. I was kind of moody when I left for the weekend... it's my time of the month.
Anyway... what a fucking day yesterday. I was awoke at 7:45 in the morning to head downtown for some good ol' fashion tailgating! So around 9am I cracked my first Guinness. It was all downhill from there. I didn't stop until my buddy Phil and I had to call a friend to pick our asses up at the bar around 10:30. That's thirteen hours of straight drinking. The world is just lucky I don't operate heavy machinery.
Kiss my white ass!
Oh yeah, I just remembered... I went and broke in the new Pickled Parrott in Uptown last night. Sat up on the patio, which was lovely, until those bastards cut me off and kicked my ass out! FUCKERS!!!
Anyway... what a fucking day yesterday. I was awoke at 7:45 in the morning to head downtown for some good ol' fashion tailgating! So around 9am I cracked my first Guinness. It was all downhill from there. I didn't stop until my buddy Phil and I had to call a friend to pick our asses up at the bar around 10:30. That's thirteen hours of straight drinking. The world is just lucky I don't operate heavy machinery.
Kiss my white ass!
Oh yeah, I just remembered... I went and broke in the new Pickled Parrott in Uptown last night. Sat up on the patio, which was lovely, until those bastards cut me off and kicked my ass out! FUCKERS!!!
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