Oi fucking vey
You're One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!
by Ken Kesey
You're crazy. This has led people to attempt to confine you to a safe
place so that you don't pose a danger to yourself or others. You feel like you pose a
great danger to the man (or maybe the woman) or whatever else is keeping you down. But
most of the time, you just end up being observed. Were you crazy before you were
confined?
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Well, no fucking shit. I'm kind of happy I got that, it's one of my favorites.
Well, goddamn, I dunno where to start. How about last night? Good idea, Blake!
Yeah, last night was fun. It was Jeff's 21st birthday, so we all got pretty shitrocked. I wish I had taken my camera with me, though.
Drew was perhaps the most entertaining individual at the party, given that he downed about half a handle of Jim Beam to himself. At one point I realized he'd disappeared, only to have him show up a few minutes later brandishing the bigass butcher knife from our kitchen and a couple of grapefruit that he proceeded to slice open, distribute, devour, and use as cups for consuming more whiskey. Fuckin' A, man. Too bad he passed out and got shit written all over him again and was duct taped to the bed for awhile. Glad he got out of that, though.
As for myself, I stayed upright and came home around 2:30 or 3, I think. I somehow hooked up my VCR and watched "Willow", too. I must say, it was awesome.
Anyways, that's about it, I guess. It's almost time for Chapelle, so I'm out like external.
And this song is fucking awesome.