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saturday was a long day. First I drove my mother to the airport at 4am so she could fly to cancun while i stay home for the holidays. the ride back wasnt so bad, but i got totally lost in downtown chicago because it was foggy and dark and i had no idea where the city was. it was embarrassing.
anyways, i came back home and couldnt go back to sleep, which normally isnt a big deal, but it was nikki's birthday night, which meant i had to go drink into the unholy hours of the night. and it was quite unholy. i didnt get back until 5am. we were meeting some people in a bar off of the blue line, which meant we were doing a lot of traveling. i think i'm still in college mode because playing pass the whiskey bottle sounds way better.
i think bars are really interesting. you are paying to get retarded with strangers, and if you are a girl you are paying to get strangers to try and have sex with you. what? personally, im not the hugest fan, mostly because a guy can go through a lot of money really fast there. it seems like more of a fixture for people who want to meet new friends, and i already have like 1000 so no thanks bar, im good in the friends department for now.
i drove up to madison for christmas today. it was ok. i played my childhood favorite game "happy days" in which you can "polish the fonz's bike" for $5. talk about innuendo. you try to get as many cool points as you can by going on dates and hanging out at arnold's or whatever. the money fonzie gives you for the blow jobs help pays for the dates, so its worth it.
i ate a ton of turkey, so while i was driving back i slipped into a food coma and almost ran off the road. TRP is a nasty amino acid. there was also a cover of iron man on the radio, but instead of iron man it was santa claus. how boss is that? it was really good too. slammin' record, bro.
anyways, i came back home and couldnt go back to sleep, which normally isnt a big deal, but it was nikki's birthday night, which meant i had to go drink into the unholy hours of the night. and it was quite unholy. i didnt get back until 5am. we were meeting some people in a bar off of the blue line, which meant we were doing a lot of traveling. i think i'm still in college mode because playing pass the whiskey bottle sounds way better.
i think bars are really interesting. you are paying to get retarded with strangers, and if you are a girl you are paying to get strangers to try and have sex with you. what? personally, im not the hugest fan, mostly because a guy can go through a lot of money really fast there. it seems like more of a fixture for people who want to meet new friends, and i already have like 1000 so no thanks bar, im good in the friends department for now.
i drove up to madison for christmas today. it was ok. i played my childhood favorite game "happy days" in which you can "polish the fonz's bike" for $5. talk about innuendo. you try to get as many cool points as you can by going on dates and hanging out at arnold's or whatever. the money fonzie gives you for the blow jobs help pays for the dates, so its worth it.
i ate a ton of turkey, so while i was driving back i slipped into a food coma and almost ran off the road. TRP is a nasty amino acid. there was also a cover of iron man on the radio, but instead of iron man it was santa claus. how boss is that? it was really good too. slammin' record, bro.