its 3 farking o'clock in the morning and i have the urge to get wasted. seriouly wasted, completely wasted, did i mention wasted. i wanna drink till i drop. get up next morning (or late in the afternoon, or the next day) and realize i dropped in the front yard, in a pile beers bottles. smelling like a heineken and with a bump on my head..
damn, the punk kid who had the nerve to do things like that, died a long time ago, actually i killed him and hid his body in my piano.
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I should be back between Jan 18/19 for three or so weeks...then, jom, we go minum!!!!
yeah with his forgotten stash...if it's stil around then...
i'm not talking about going for a drink, i'm talking about getting hammered here...
lotsa beer and Tequila, neat..on a hot monday afternoon!
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