A few random thoughts (that's all I am capable of right now).
Somehow my sound investment of playing the Mass Millions last night didn't payoff. At least no one else won (suckers). Guess I'll have to wait until Tuesday to quit my job. The jackpot is up to $216 million.
I am good at drunken darts. Well, by "good" I mean "okay" and by "okay" I mean "suck." I was better than my competition though (I won), but that isn't saying much. Stupid drunks.
Red Bull and vodka truly is the devil. I'll probably need some more of them tonight in order to wake up. I am going to play some Beirut tonight. It'll be the first time since my domination on New Years Eve. You know, dear reader, sometimes it is hard being as awesome as I am. In the previous comments about darts I was joking, I really am amazing at drunken darts.
Where were these girls when I wanted to get someone pregnant when I was 14? I hate being born a generation too late for all the craziness. Seriously.
I read the drunken poem I wrote last night before I passed out and it didn't make any sense so you will have to wait a little longer for them. I know I know, you can't wait any longer.
Logic at its finest can be found here.
I admit it. This is a terrible post. Maybe I'll be back to my usually outstanding posts next time.
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