New Year's Eve
So, someone has noticed that there haven't been any posts from Christmas 'til now, and that I've totally avoided mentioning the holidays altogether. Why? Because - what do you guys care what I did for Christmas? Precisely two amusing things happened during Christmas, and I can't share them here. So tough titties.
I spent New Year's Eve getting trashed at a party where I knew just about four people. I spent the first few hours of 2006 watching the toilet get blurrier and blurrier. When I woke up in the morning, I was laying on the bathroom floor in my underwear, and in the night, I had thrown up on efriesen's toothbrush. I bought him two replacements, and will be cleaning his bathroom for him tomorrow. (FYI, he hasn't actually been home since last year.) One of the few things I remember is some german deutschebag telling me that I couldn't swig wine straight from the bottle. As though.
German deutschebag. Seriously, dude, I'll drink my wine how I want to. Smelling $6.37 wine from Walmart for flavor? Come on. Drunkard uber alles.
I'll swig whatever I want!
And I"ll look damn happy doing it.
Thank you for coming, Brett and Ashley. And thank you for driving me home.
Yes, yes, I'm the creepy guy with the camera. Just pretend I'm with Girls Gone Wild.
How I looked hung over.
How I felt hung over.
So that's my exciting New Year's Eve story. Please, share your New Year's experiences!
I spent New Year's Eve getting trashed at a party where I knew just about four people. I spent the first few hours of 2006 watching the toilet get blurrier and blurrier. When I woke up in the morning, I was laying on the bathroom floor in my underwear, and in the night, I had thrown up on efriesen's toothbrush. I bought him two replacements, and will be cleaning his bathroom for him tomorrow. (FYI, he hasn't actually been home since last year.) One of the few things I remember is some german deutschebag telling me that I couldn't swig wine straight from the bottle. As though.
German deutschebag. Seriously, dude, I'll drink my wine how I want to. Smelling $6.37 wine from Walmart for flavor? Come on. Drunkard uber alles.
I'll swig whatever I want!
And I"ll look damn happy doing it.
Thank you for coming, Brett and Ashley. And thank you for driving me home.
Yes, yes, I'm the creepy guy with the camera. Just pretend I'm with Girls Gone Wild.
How I looked hung over.
How I felt hung over.
So that's my exciting New Year's Eve story. Please, share your New Year's experiences!