Pissed 0n, Pissed 0ff - What's the Difference?
So, I wake up this morning, with a fuckin . . . I won't say KiLLeR hangover. It's bad, and I'm tired, but, it's been worse. And do you know what's the first thought that pops in my head? . . . huh. Well, ok, TH@T might be a little bit too much info for the m0ment. We'll go w/ the 2nd thought that p0pped into my head. "Wow. I should have another one! Breakfast of champions yo!" . . . Now, I have a problem.
But here's the real question. Should I deny myself that pleasure? Or should I just cave & go w/ it? . . . Now, I said last night I wouldn't get drunk today. So, I suppose I won't. Besides, if I did get another one in me, I'd probably just crawl back into bed & sleep the day away. This way I can at least, maybe, play some Painkiller or something. I been meaning to do that. I mean, shit, I blew through Doom: Ressurection of Evil within like, a day.
Now tho, for the lovely meaning of my title. Apparently, the other night whilst I was sleeping, a cat decided that I looked like a litter box, I suppose. Cuz I woke up, and my A$$ was freakin drenched, in CAT PISS! And I was like, you lil' sonamabitches!
Hmm . . . (rubs crusties out of his eyes) . . . Yeah, I'm boring as fuck when I just wake up. Even more boring as fuck when I just wake up feeling like a Mack truck done gone & hit me.
Ya know, I don't normally eat breakfast, but all that booze done got me hungry I guess. I'm thinking a frozen salisbury steak dinner. Yeah . . . that sounds like a good enough breakfast. Alright, so, yeah. Later for now ppls.
But here's the real question. Should I deny myself that pleasure? Or should I just cave & go w/ it? . . . Now, I said last night I wouldn't get drunk today. So, I suppose I won't. Besides, if I did get another one in me, I'd probably just crawl back into bed & sleep the day away. This way I can at least, maybe, play some Painkiller or something. I been meaning to do that. I mean, shit, I blew through Doom: Ressurection of Evil within like, a day.
Now tho, for the lovely meaning of my title. Apparently, the other night whilst I was sleeping, a cat decided that I looked like a litter box, I suppose. Cuz I woke up, and my A$$ was freakin drenched, in CAT PISS! And I was like, you lil' sonamabitches!
Hmm . . . (rubs crusties out of his eyes) . . . Yeah, I'm boring as fuck when I just wake up. Even more boring as fuck when I just wake up feeling like a Mack truck done gone & hit me.
Ya know, I don't normally eat breakfast, but all that booze done got me hungry I guess. I'm thinking a frozen salisbury steak dinner. Yeah . . . that sounds like a good enough breakfast. Alright, so, yeah. Later for now ppls.