thenewmexican

fucking hurting this morning from an evening of cocktails with mr Jim Beam. even drunk dialed kelly over around 2ish to get molested though she openly said that she wasn't satisfied. ha ha ha... there goes making it rain but hey, i'm still a go getta right? it was in either case a mess last night. we were all drunk and arguing the truth behind homosexuality, who was the best athlete, myself aside, to graduate 1 year on either side of me, and of my two be friends in high school which was the better athlete; just to name a few. i drank nearly half a bottle of beam then followed suit with 2 extra golds and am now wearing that "just in case" shirt that i keep on the floor of the pickup. (its the eagles on tour/ kingdom of tonga beware/ white shirt you see in the pic above)