Noew My S/O Walks IN Wif Beef Att, So I Tol' Her To Find Somewhere Else To Sleep.
Blue Man Group,
I am in pain.
It all began on Thursday at about
the niner step
inda A.M...
I rock'd up at an Owl's
house,
an went
'bought us
a block of thirty Cans
of New.
We mov'd
The wise one into his new water-front abode,
then ran out of beer.
But it was O.K,
because we went an' got
a 'fifth' of Stoli.
But,
tired &
weary,
we drank lots of that quickly.
Then Coke turn'd up,
usually as it is
with great Coke,
a wonderful thing.
Joints helped.
It seem'd like it had blown of the back of a Cokeberg,
free'ash as the driven...
Anyhouse,
we di'n't sleep,
an' had some more in the mornin'...
Alprazolly.
Then we both made the
silly suggestion in the mornin',
to each other,
that another 30 Beers were
the need.
BUT WE TWO KNEW THAT THERE WAS
A BUCK'S NIGHT
FO'
ONE OF OUR TIGHTEST BRO's
@ 8AM start
nexto morno.
So,
we
kill'd the beer over some time there,
with that white biz.
Then I come back to my Casa Office,
end up drinkin' Pernod,
an' havion' heavy amounts
of bless'd waterpipes.
Wakin' up at 7,
after sleepin'
fo' fo'
hours,
I crack'd a beer,
with two in hand,
an' head fo' the Wron-Day-View...
Alprazolly x 8mg.
Between 7
&
8
seem'd like a good time,
as ev'ryone else was,
to consume more beer.
So I had six,
then we hit our coach.
2 bbers later,
came
an associate droppin'
acid + MDA(?)
on quite a few of us.
This made
lazer-paintball confusin',
an' intense.
Beers between sessions help'd.
Many act of Toomfoolery will appear shorty on You-Tube.
I advise you view them
if I ref. that shit,
as it
was all very public,
hilarious,
an' better than jus'
dumpin' a buncha
guys inna strip club.
Bout 4
or 5
beers,
waterworks.
On acid tis' VERY funny.
Liners of meth,
an onto a bar straight ontda water.
Drinks double vodka's4ish.
Then a half flask,
whilst drinkin' bbers on repeat.
Some more Columbia,
then some more meth.
An' Beefeater, Skyy & some Mount Gay Rum.
With beer chase.
More coke.
Then we got kick'd by a bitch.
Fuck that shit.
But anyway.
Back to another associate
to a haven where
we couldn't be kick'd by no
mofo.
Beers.
Vodkas.
Gins.
Ciders.
Meth.
Beers.
Coke.
Beer.
Dope.
Meth (insuf).
Beers.
Ice.
Meth (insuf).
Beers.
Cocktails
of blended ice,
Vodka,
Gin,
& fresh Lemon Drink,
dashes of Canadian Club.
Then ev'ryone but
Me
& Owl had
'MOVED'
to locco'tion.
Upon arrival,
diet pills from Africa,
(x8),
many beers,
many rounds of ins. meth,
more alprazolam,
vodka,
'sparkling wine',
teqs,
vodkas,
more meth.
Back to another associates...
follwed with three more beers,
then gettin' pick'd up by
my lawyer & doctor,
beer &
slpiff in toe.
Dropped home.
Cones provided by my beautiful partner,
fo' a few 'ours,
then off to help
wif
speeches...
Big spliff comes out,
an' a coupla beers.
We sort that,
I get a liftos back to El Casa,
an' smoke the waterpipe
&
drink some
Pernod
until I got under.
The End.
NO!
Slept fo' 3 hours.
4mg Alprazolam.
Lino o' meth.
Naw,
I got up to try an find my car,
an' accident!
I ran into a bottle shop.
No, I ran in derre to buy
a bottle of Smirnoff & some tonic,
which I'm drinkin' now.
Shots For The Real Run.
I'm gonna probably pack it in soon,
but
FUCK
Sprinters.
FUCK
pacin'
MARATHONS.
Up at 7 today fo' a beer,
off to get my car back.
Y'all need to
jus' put that shoulda to the wheel
An' I still look fresh
after 2/5 of my Smirnoff Shots.
1.125 L Bottle.
'cept I can' walk.
I blame Lazerzone whilst on LSD.
You bust some very, very silly moves.
Not you,
me.
PEACE
UnEndin'
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