haha

"well i stumbled and i am all drunk and full of smoke
my wife said i have had enough, im sick, thats it, get out!
so i stumbled down to kellys pub across the edge of town
and i told the boys me story and we had another round

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!
and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!

and mary mcgregor, she was a pretty whore
she'd always greet you with a smile and never lock her door
but on the day she died, all the men in town did weep
for mary mcgregor finally got some sleep

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!
and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!

well i once loved a girl, a child im told
i gave her my heart and she gave my a cold
so now i sit standing here out in the pouring rain
ill stumble back to kellys pub and cry away me pain

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!
and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
drink and fight!"

I think this nicely sums up my saturday night.....minus having a girlfriend throw me out of house.


So, To quickly detail the events of saturday night....the final tally (which is insane, but this according to the bartender) there was anywhere from a minimum of 15 to a maximum of 20 pitchers shared between 5 or 6 people (which I helped out with), 6 rounds of Jagiermiester shots, 2 round of whiskey shots, and a round of knob creek shots (the shots I did not help out with....I wanted to get trashed, not sick).
It was a fun night....the wife beaters and the shmidaholics were fun. It has been a while since I been to a fun show like that. I believe we wasted at least a pitcher or so of beer on throwing at each other or spitting at each other (whatever we were drunk, it was a good time). Luckily, I didn't fall down in the pit, because the singer of the shmidaholics kept breaking bottles in there. The doors to the funhouse green room were ripped off and thrown around and smashed. The night ended with trying to get my three friends drunk, blacked out, deadweight asses into the cabs.

Oh, I need to find a girl with a kickass Gun/Holster tattoo like the bartender at the Funhouse! She was cute.



I start school on Monday. Nervous yo. I also quit my job and my last day is next Wednesday. So I'm going to be starting school for the first time in four years and looking for a new job at the same time. Fun! I'm actually looking forward to the change.

Anyway, this email is long.....so die! no not really though.