
That is a shot of my dear friend, Ian, when this little piece of shit townie sucker punched him at the bar. Starting a fight with a person is one thing, but sucker punching him in the mouth while he is sitting down? Fuck that noise.
On another note, Fuck hurricanes. I wanted to go down to see my New Orleans crew only to find out a month later my Thaddeus is still here in butt-fuck Missouri with me. I'd kill a baby to get the fuck out of this shit. Hell I'd eat the baby after I killed it.
So, I found out about this new booze a.k.a. "rocket fuel" that goes by the name of Patron. Tia, Thaddeus' sister, came to town with this blue agave tequila with a fucking cork in it. No plastic top on this $50+ shit. Usually I am not hip to uber-expensive liquors and couldn't care less as long as I get fubar'd (Fucked Up Beyond Recognition) BUT this shit was different. I didn't even taste any sort of tequila taste, and when it hit I was in the right mind state. Usually I have a sailor's tongue when I get smashed, but I was just feeling too damn good!
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happy birthday nonetheless.