Well, its sunday afternoon and I just got back from boating. I have a bit of a confession, i came out of retirement this weekend and drank... and when i say drank.. i mean like whoa. When i get back to east hartford i plan on hanging up my belt again. and only bring it out on rare occasions. Don't feel bad for me, feel bad for my younger (22) cousin. The little shit tried to match me drink for drink.... he is still asleep, hung over, in pain and having emptied his stomach no less then two times so far.
I tried to warn him, that i was a professional. He has sworn of booze and will follow me back into retirement. I think I taught him a valubale lesson..... Never play asshole with someone who can out drink you 
Well, the fish is on the grill, caught some strippers, one blue and caught some crabs too
i think some flogging molly lyrics are suitable at this time.
I'll wait for you till I turn blue
There's nothin' more a man can do
Don't get your bollocks in a twist
Settle down, don't take a fit
Ya drank with demons straight form Hell
They almost nearly won as well
Ya wiped the floor with victory
Then puked until you fell asleep
Peace, love and a bottles of rum, a bottle of jager, a bottle of Black haus and a couple of 30 packs
Buddha
What happened?