Today is Friday.
Oh, the hang over.
Hmmm, after leaving DIS I went back to the hotel. I chilled for a bit and watched Chappelle's show. Oh how I miss that biatch. Good times. Also watched a little Discovery Channel. Don't laugh, it's the shiz.
Up to 206, but no beer in my hand. Alex was drinking a bottle of wine, the lucky bastard. I made a run to the seven eleven. I picked up three 50 cl Elephant beers. The guys goes, "You know those are strong." I was just like, "Yeah, I know." Damn, that guy knew what he was talking about. Immediately, I cracked one on the street. Upon my return to 206 in hear Angie go, "I bet he's had half a beer already." Boy, they know how I roll all too well.
All I could think about while I was drinking the Elephant was about the Samuel Jackson skit on Chappelle's show. 'It's Samuel Jackson. It'll get you drunk!' 'You'll be fØÆ€ing fat chicks in no time!' 'Mmmmm Mmmm, biatch!' It was saweet.
After the Elephant was gone, nobody wanted to go out except Alex and me. What a bunch of degenerates.
We walked it to the Moose bar. It didn't seem that far, but it was actually pretty far. Oh, praise the miracles of alcohol. We each got one beer. It was so smokey, and we were drunk, one was all we needed. We decided to steal the glasses as souvenirs. Alex got away, but the undercover bouncer caught me. Luckily, I had some beer left in the glass. I gave him a confused look and downed it. Don't worry Moose bar, I'll be back for my glass, bitches. The walk home was sweet. We hit up the BK and these 3 bitch ass Danish guys cut in line. Alex wanted to take em down. The lame Aussie, who was bigger than either of us, was all pussy and was just like let them do whatever. In hindsight, he was smart, and we were wastie.
Oh, the hang over.
Hmmm, after leaving DIS I went back to the hotel. I chilled for a bit and watched Chappelle's show. Oh how I miss that biatch. Good times. Also watched a little Discovery Channel. Don't laugh, it's the shiz.
Up to 206, but no beer in my hand. Alex was drinking a bottle of wine, the lucky bastard. I made a run to the seven eleven. I picked up three 50 cl Elephant beers. The guys goes, "You know those are strong." I was just like, "Yeah, I know." Damn, that guy knew what he was talking about. Immediately, I cracked one on the street. Upon my return to 206 in hear Angie go, "I bet he's had half a beer already." Boy, they know how I roll all too well.
All I could think about while I was drinking the Elephant was about the Samuel Jackson skit on Chappelle's show. 'It's Samuel Jackson. It'll get you drunk!' 'You'll be fØÆ€ing fat chicks in no time!' 'Mmmmm Mmmm, biatch!' It was saweet.
After the Elephant was gone, nobody wanted to go out except Alex and me. What a bunch of degenerates.
We walked it to the Moose bar. It didn't seem that far, but it was actually pretty far. Oh, praise the miracles of alcohol. We each got one beer. It was so smokey, and we were drunk, one was all we needed. We decided to steal the glasses as souvenirs. Alex got away, but the undercover bouncer caught me. Luckily, I had some beer left in the glass. I gave him a confused look and downed it. Don't worry Moose bar, I'll be back for my glass, bitches. The walk home was sweet. We hit up the BK and these 3 bitch ass Danish guys cut in line. Alex wanted to take em down. The lame Aussie, who was bigger than either of us, was all pussy and was just like let them do whatever. In hindsight, he was smart, and we were wastie.
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