Buying Zima is very similar to buying gay porn, or so I'd imagine. I wanted a zima all day. So when i FINALLY get off 2 hours late, stop at the store and pick up my zima, I find myself with the huge, stupid grin on my face. All the way from the cooler to the counter, out the door and to my car, I am:
like I'm some closet homosexual with new gay porn...
What the hell? I like zima. I can finish it off in 2 sips, and it is cold. Better than liquor on a hot day, and easier to drink than the lightest of beers. Everyone can piss off.
And besides, after I finish this, I'm gonna go pick up a 5th of jack and some ginger ale and make myself stupid crying drunk. By the end of the night, there arent many of you as drunk as me.
So, yeah. My friday was spent driving steel 320 miles in a bigass truck with no air conditioner. And I couldnt take any breaks, or else I'd still be driving around up in the mountains of N. GA. And I didnt have time to wait for slack-ass warehouse people to take their sweetass time unloading me, so all the day I was pushing and pulling these bigass I beams and angles off my truck (and when I say bigass, I mean 200+ lbs).
And now I'm finishing my 6er of de zima, and I'm gonna sit here. I really don't wanna go out tonight. Or so I say now. Around 10 or 11 I'm sure I will want to go out, but I'll be too drunk to go anywhere. Hell, I'll be too drunk to go anywhere in about an hour (6:30). So......
Sorry, kids. No me for you. Not tonight. I want to keep drinking, even if that means sitting here listening to music and watching crappy movies on HBO all fucking friday night. I'll go out tommorow if I can get out of bed by 6.
Yay for drinking alone and naked with Paul Westerberg...
like I'm some closet homosexual with new gay porn...
What the hell? I like zima. I can finish it off in 2 sips, and it is cold. Better than liquor on a hot day, and easier to drink than the lightest of beers. Everyone can piss off.
And besides, after I finish this, I'm gonna go pick up a 5th of jack and some ginger ale and make myself stupid crying drunk. By the end of the night, there arent many of you as drunk as me.
So, yeah. My friday was spent driving steel 320 miles in a bigass truck with no air conditioner. And I couldnt take any breaks, or else I'd still be driving around up in the mountains of N. GA. And I didnt have time to wait for slack-ass warehouse people to take their sweetass time unloading me, so all the day I was pushing and pulling these bigass I beams and angles off my truck (and when I say bigass, I mean 200+ lbs).
And now I'm finishing my 6er of de zima, and I'm gonna sit here. I really don't wanna go out tonight. Or so I say now. Around 10 or 11 I'm sure I will want to go out, but I'll be too drunk to go anywhere. Hell, I'll be too drunk to go anywhere in about an hour (6:30). So......
Sorry, kids. No me for you. Not tonight. I want to keep drinking, even if that means sitting here listening to music and watching crappy movies on HBO all fucking friday night. I'll go out tommorow if I can get out of bed by 6.
Yay for drinking alone and naked with Paul Westerberg...
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Hey, get your ass on AIM. I missed you last night. I got soooo fucking drunk, but yet again, not sick.
I am going to bring you some special beer from Texas that they don't sell anywhere else. You will love it!