Let's see...it's 9:18 in the morning...I'm awake...I'm still drunk...I drank several tons of vodka and purple stuff last night...my head feels as if somebody dropped a microwave on it...I want Advil...I need Advil...I don't own Advil...I can't find my roommate's Advil...I don't want to look through her medicine cabinet to find the Advil...and on a sad note, the hot Asian called me last night at 3:36 but I had already passed out. And I still hate hillbillies.
I blame the $4.49 bottle of Burnett's vodka.
-Brad
9/8/07
Saturday, September 8, 2007
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