fifty50

This weekend I did a hell of a lot of drinking.

First I went to a local beergarden and ate a plate full of homemade Obazda a mixture of cheeses that you can spread onto bread and that night I got absolutely shitfaced. The cheese came back to kick my ass and I got the worst stomach pains. Couple that with going bar hopping with friends until 5:30 in the morning while the girlfriend was at home sleeping, and you've got yourself one narsty case of the Mudbutt.

Of course this was only two days after my last excursion to a barbecue where I was force-fed about fifty drinks and two joints (German weed sucks), so that made for a pretty awful couple of mornings after.

So yeah, that's what's up. I feeel fuckin terrible. I miss Canada and everyone there. byyeeeeeeee