I must have been sweating pure alcohol last night because, seriously, I smell like a Russian hobo. I don't even feel ill from drinking, just from my own smell.
When will I learn that redbull and vodka gets me mothereffing crunk?
I think I must have walked into a wall with the entire left-hand side of my body because my left shoulder, hip and knee are all killing me.
One bonus, I seem to be on a sleep-schedule recovery. 1oam isn't early or anything, but it is sunday and a lot better than 4pm.
I'm pretty sure I'm still quite drunk.
Keep on Tranglin
Anthony
2 comments:
I don't get it.
You wouldn't.
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