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Jesus F**king Christ – I have no memory of going to bed last night. Why are there dead bugs on the floor? Did I finish the movie? Whats with all the shredded tissue in the room? I have proper sandwich making stuff, when did I eat the pack of ham by itself? And checkout that wall – wow – must’ve had a mouthful of pistachios with that sneeze.

Didn’t really drink much, not even a liter of rum…  wtf, there’s a rotisserie chicken in the microwave! Where the hell did I get a rotisserie chicken in the middle of the night?!? And how the hell did water get inside the bag of expensive organic multi-grain bread? …. oh god … please let that be water….

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  1. Jen

    At least the chicken is not stuck to the wall this time..

    Aug 16, 2009 at 8:18 PM
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  2. JD

    That was one of the better nights. I’m going back upon return, it’s not like i have a job or anything.

    Aug 12, 2009 at 2:51 PM
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  3. Chad

    You have came a long way from shaving cream on the bathroom ceiling and a box of condoms hanging from the ceiling fan. I am so proud of you, I just shed a tear.

    Aug 12, 2009 at 12:56 PM
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