My eyes are blood red. I burst a bunch of blood vessels. It looks f'in bad-ass. At work, people gasp and ask me how it happened. I say it happened when I got sick after mixing liquor from three different countries. The next statement is "Yes, I'm comfortable with that." That's right. I am Jack's convenient dialogue thief, if you know your Fight Club.
Geez. I can take down almost an entire fifth of bourbon by myself in a sitting and still be mostly coherent. But I mix that with saki and Danish fire water and my stomach goes all wonky on me.
*shrugs* I don't know....
Geez. I can take down almost an entire fifth of bourbon by myself in a sitting and still be mostly coherent. But I mix that with saki and Danish fire water and my stomach goes all wonky on me.
*shrugs* I don't know....
sheena:
outch.