Drink, Drank, Drunk

Drink, drank, drunk is the way I would describe myself last night. After approx 12 shots of tequila 2 jager bombs and 4 beers I was obliterated. Apparently I was at the bar trying to convince women to give me the all powerful blumpkin. I befriended a bum that smoked all of my cigarettes and I lost all of my money. For some odd reason I didn’t like the way a steel support beam was looking at me so I decided to punch it. My knuckles are seriously bruised and I don’t really recall the majority of the night. My entire contact list in my cell phone was drunk dialed. The heat wasn’t on so naturally that would merit smashing the thermostat off the wall. A drunken glass was bobbing and weaving until it smashed into my arm and fell off the table. My roommate was as close as he has ever been to getting tackled in the hallway by the live in drunken house linebacker. Halo 2 is difficult to play with a guitar hero guitar while slipping in and out of consciousness. Also, it’s very difficult to convince your room mate which you out weigh by 70lbs to MMA fight you when you are plowed. Please don’t tell me to get my car off the lawn in the morning before I’ve had my coffee. I feel as if I may still be slightly intoxicated. With every breath the sweet smell of last nights tequila escapes my wasteland desert of a dry mouth. After several long hours of deliberation FMD has decided to stop drinking….Until tonight