Oct 31, 2009 16:17
In boring as balls Georgia for the weekend. Apparently to save my friend from possible roofies and/or rape. Obviously this means I don't get to drink at all. Good parents don't party. Don't really recall having this overgrown paranoid baby, but clearly I'm fucking stuck with it.
She, in a drunken laugh rant, brought to my attention that I say balls. Like, a lot. Thank you. Now I'm worried my brain has some random obsession.
Like any good parent would do I kicked her in the ass and propped her against a wall. The most natural thing to do next is color on your arms with a sharpie, of course! The crying after was a bit odd. She thought she had blood poisoning...
1) Can't read anything til I get back
2) Swear, next time she pukes I'm drowning her in that toilet
3)Think I've got a sympathy hangover. wtf?
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