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*Yawn* Why did Becky have to call me, doesnt she know that its only 12 in the afternoon? Its not time to wake up yet!
Last night me and Beth watched Formula 51, which was nothing like I thought it was going to be. I dont reccommend this movie at ALL. At first, it seemed like it was going to be pretty fresh, Samuel L. Jackson creates some craaazy drug thats supposed to be like taking X, bumping rails, dope, and acid all rolled into one. Woah, could you imagine being that fucking high? Well the movie didnt end up being about this drug, it was mostly about people chasing Samuel around trying to get the formula, alot of shooting and money and all that garbage. And at the end, Im going to be ever so nice and ruin this for you, the "drug" was a placebo, and wouldnt do anything to you if you took it. How fucking wack is that? I thought we were going to see a bunch of kids getting fuckedddddd up, when instead the movie was about a bunch of dumb shit. DONT RENT IT. Instead, try Groove, Trainspotting, or Kids. Fuck Formula 51.
Im ready to get fucked up...its only 1pm hahahahahaha. As soon as Bethy gets home from work we'll probly run...no..take a JET to the liquor store. Call it what you wanna call it Im a fuckin alchoholic.....the only thing we have in the house right now is some red wine, ick! The only wine I like is white zin' (but not the nasty cheap Sutter Home shit). The other day I cleaned from under my bed, I found (note these were all empty) 3 pints of So-Co, 4 half pints of Captin Morgan, 3 40oz, a half pint of Alize, a 24oz of Heinekin, and a pint of some nasty crap called Rock & Rye (no, not the Faygo) that the guy at the L gave us for free (by the way, the shit tasted like SHIT. Drink some of that, and watch Formula 51, and your going to have a shitty night). At any point in time, no matter how clean my room is, I could always find empty bottles. I think the worst time was me and Beth got all of our bottles together from one week, and it was 3 garbage bags full. We should just put a note on the door that leads to upstairs (where me and Beth live) that says *Now entering LushLand!*
Well, its about that time kids. Dont forget to take a shot for me this weekend!
Last night me and Beth watched Formula 51, which was nothing like I thought it was going to be. I dont reccommend this movie at ALL. At first, it seemed like it was going to be pretty fresh, Samuel L. Jackson creates some craaazy drug thats supposed to be like taking X, bumping rails, dope, and acid all rolled into one. Woah, could you imagine being that fucking high? Well the movie didnt end up being about this drug, it was mostly about people chasing Samuel around trying to get the formula, alot of shooting and money and all that garbage. And at the end, Im going to be ever so nice and ruin this for you, the "drug" was a placebo, and wouldnt do anything to you if you took it. How fucking wack is that? I thought we were going to see a bunch of kids getting fuckedddddd up, when instead the movie was about a bunch of dumb shit. DONT RENT IT. Instead, try Groove, Trainspotting, or Kids. Fuck Formula 51.
Im ready to get fucked up...its only 1pm hahahahahaha. As soon as Bethy gets home from work we'll probly run...no..take a JET to the liquor store. Call it what you wanna call it Im a fuckin alchoholic.....the only thing we have in the house right now is some red wine, ick! The only wine I like is white zin' (but not the nasty cheap Sutter Home shit). The other day I cleaned from under my bed, I found (note these were all empty) 3 pints of So-Co, 4 half pints of Captin Morgan, 3 40oz, a half pint of Alize, a 24oz of Heinekin, and a pint of some nasty crap called Rock & Rye (no, not the Faygo) that the guy at the L gave us for free (by the way, the shit tasted like SHIT. Drink some of that, and watch Formula 51, and your going to have a shitty night). At any point in time, no matter how clean my room is, I could always find empty bottles. I think the worst time was me and Beth got all of our bottles together from one week, and it was 3 garbage bags full. We should just put a note on the door that leads to upstairs (where me and Beth live) that says *Now entering LushLand!*
Well, its about that time kids. Dont forget to take a shot for me this weekend!