Drawing the blood of the masochist...
I woke up this morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I have no idea if I brought myself home or if someone dragged me home. I don't remember much about what happened after Deidara's firework display, however that said display I remember as rather amazing and I have several rolls of film containing pictures to prove it.
If anyone did anything that could provoke me after the fireworks, if I didn't kick your ass then, you got off lucky, because I don't remember whose ass is whose and which one to kick.
On the subject of ass-kicking, I delt it good to Itachi's little brother, Sasuke, that was his name. The kid downed twenty-one shots before getting hopelessly drunk and tossing his cookies. I defeated him without breaking much of a sweat, but a little later all the alcohol started to set in. But as for the kid, I was impressed, not many of the freshmeat could pull off a drinking contest that went in sets of five and last so many rounds.
What I do know is that after our contest ended I had more and my shot count raised to more than thirty. Damnit. That is fuckload of alcohol and I know some of it was that crazy shit from Taiwan Shisui was talking about.
To my surprise a number of people, no names released, tried X last night. That shit was fucking crazy. It made Deidara's fireworks a damn insane experience, but way too much fun. I've got some left over for anyone who wants it.
But I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I woke up in my underwear and nothing else tangled in some sweaty sheets with a fucking headache that makes me want to strangle someone. I'm going to shove my finger down my throat and see if I can pull anything up, then I'm taking a shower, and hoping someone will come with a hangover remedy.
Tayuya is out.
If anyone did anything that could provoke me after the fireworks, if I didn't kick your ass then, you got off lucky, because I don't remember whose ass is whose and which one to kick.
On the subject of ass-kicking, I delt it good to Itachi's little brother, Sasuke, that was his name. The kid downed twenty-one shots before getting hopelessly drunk and tossing his cookies. I defeated him without breaking much of a sweat, but a little later all the alcohol started to set in. But as for the kid, I was impressed, not many of the freshmeat could pull off a drinking contest that went in sets of five and last so many rounds.
What I do know is that after our contest ended I had more and my shot count raised to more than thirty. Damnit. That is fuckload of alcohol and I know some of it was that crazy shit from Taiwan Shisui was talking about.
To my surprise a number of people, no names released, tried X last night. That shit was fucking crazy. It made Deidara's fireworks a damn insane experience, but way too much fun. I've got some left over for anyone who wants it.
But I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I woke up in my underwear and nothing else tangled in some sweaty sheets with a fucking headache that makes me want to strangle someone. I'm going to shove my finger down my throat and see if I can pull anything up, then I'm taking a shower, and hoping someone will come with a hangover remedy.
Tayuya is out.