this is why i don’t drink bourbon, anymore.
it was a Wednesday.
holding true to the game. like Mike Jones
heard Wendy, but Tinkerbell looks better in a skirt…
per Hilz, Jeff said my black eye wasn’t good enough anymore. so he hit it again.
Will said that we “make the dinner party.” all i know is that we get loud fast, and end up apologizing to someone. like the police. good thing that we imported a more-than-capable campaign manager: Jesse. though, he was the one that put the speakers in the window and played Pretty Lights full blast… George Stephanopoulos parties, too.
Will also has started a Facebook group aligned to some of the shit that I say. Normally, I would be against this sort of practice, but he has good taste. in words. and women.
ate smoked ducked fettucine alfredo last night with a simple salad. added a little extra cajun seasoning. click, click, boom.
Cut is playing Koshu tonight. bonkers.
probably not doing Friday night dinner party. thank you, god.