there are few things im better at than drinking. i drink a lot. i enjoy drinking. i also sometimes embarrass myself after drinking too much. for example; i have a strong proclivity towards drinking until i pass out. and i will pass out anywhere. on the bar, on a bus, in my friends cars, on the toilet, naked on the floor of my bathroom, on the floor in the bathroom of a bar, and so on. my favorite though is after a long game of beer pong an overtime game of beer pong, a game of beer pong where i was the the babe ruth of beer pong, not because of my great playing of the game of kings, no more because of the amount of the sweet amber liquid i had consumed. so im drink off my ass and my brain decides its time to call it a night, time to pass out. where do i pass out? where any well ythinking drunk should pass out; inside of my kitchen sink. i somehow had the presence of mind to get on top of my kitchen counter and slide my fat ass into the sink. good times!
its 508 pm eastern standard time. 8 minutes into happy hour. there are miller lites in my fridge. who wants a drink? i dooooooooooooo!
