Well, maybe not what the town needs, but what I need is a nice, drunken, long ass game of Monopoly.
Damn, I love me some Monopoly.
Problem is, BJ hated playing it with me, because the used car salesmen in me comes out when I play.
I mean, if you’re not going to try to haggle, why bother buying my other freakin green thing, right? Jeez.
Point is, Drunk Monopoly. Yes. My place. Who’s in?
So, last night we went out carousling like I mentioned, and this morning, sweet baby Jesus, was I hung over. Hung over like a logger in the summertime. Hung over like a sorority girl after a home game. Hung over like, well, I’m out of analogies, because my head still hurts too damn much.
So, I think its time to go ahead and say “AT, dumbass, seriously. You had about 3 5 hours of fun, and are now in your 6th hour of penance. You threw up twice, and were in the bed until 3 PM. How about we just go ahead and lay off the juice, huh?”
And I’d say
“Damn, me, thats a pretty friggin good idea, where the hell were you this time yesterday?”
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Friggin future me, thinks he know so damn much…
Despite the fact that I’m not drinking right now, this still struck me as very sad. It’s a damn shame.
Earlier today, an altercation between a 4 year old caucasian male and a 2 year old treadmill was reported. Upon further investigation, it appears that the treadmill inferred something rude about the white male’s mother.  A scuffled ensued but was quickly broken up by male’s grandfather. Minor lacerations were incurred, but the party refused medical attention. No charges were pressed at the time of publication.
The cats have missed us
We brought them treats to make up
For being away
We have come back home
To find that we have received
No important mail
Extremely bad pain
Issues from my rear right tooth
A third root canal?
Roofus and Patches
Have chosen to stay behind
Sleepless nights ahead
Thomas Dopplebock
Delicious Left-Hand Milk Stout
Duck-Rabbit Porter