uhm, yeah, youre about right on the hungover part... i dunno who bought those carbombs and those green evil shots but uh... im going to kick you straight in the nuts on sunday if i find out. my liver hates me SO bad right about now.
yes, well, thanks anyways for throwing all the straws at me, you wastedass. control yourself next time.
I promise I had nothing to do with the Car bomb or the jager shots. The two kamikazis and red death is a different story. Happy fing birthday.
Both the Car Bombs and the Jager shots may or may not have been my idea. But she punked out on the Jager shot.
That wasn't tequila. It was Patron!!! (And before anyone corrects me, I'm speaking like Quinten Terentino in the movie Four Rooms when he talks about "It's not champagne, it's Cristal!!!)
Patron is good stuff. (I am qualified to say that because I've only had tequila once in my life, and it was Patron, and I didn't die.)
A pleasant anniversary for the day of your escape from the confines of your mother's uterus! You are totally SCREWED. Last night's game, Today's birthday, Saturday = Cinco De Mayo (like I had to tell you) and Sunday's Game. Your liver will officially be pickled by Monday.