Brad.. confess. You've been drinking again. Haven't you!?
...I think I might spew.
I've had:
2 Crown Lagers
2 Pints of Guinness
3 Schooners of Guinness
4 Shots of Vodka
4 Red Bulls
1 Ice Cream (you can't afford it..)
oh.. and one motherfucking huge Porterhouse steak.. Medium. Mash. Veggies.
I may spew.
Feeling fragile.
Had the hiccoughs most of the night.
I hate the hiccoughs.
If I could figure out a feasible excuse, I'd blame Shaz.
Nah...
Shaz... THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!
Brad... are you listening..? You see..? Do you see the ERROR of your ways..? Have you not learned ANYTHING!?
Man... there was some cool music on at the pub this evening.
I can't believe I would reminisce about the 80s. But I guess I must.
You know what? I reckon you fuckers should lay of Michael Jackson. Leave the guy alone.
Oh... and I took a moment to appreciate the impact of Sylvester Stallone on my life. He's awesome. I love that guy.
Hmm... there were a few other things... but I forget what they were...
Oh, yeah.. Frank, kiss my arse.
That is all.
p.s. I'm a real geek. And you want to know something? I think slashdot is for fake, wannabe, wankers. Haw. Haw.
Yep. I had a couple last night. Only two though, and they were absolutely fantastic.