Well, just yeah.

I could go on a longish rant about my weekend. But instead only one thing could do it justice. I sent an e-mail to BWP (you don't know 20 different ways to make me call you Big Poppa, cause I don't yo'. Rest in PEACE!) Saturday morning while still drunk. If there was a Breathalyzer available I would have been above the legal limit for 4 full size adults, 3 elephants and Simba. I don't know what prompted me to send this. But I did. Maybe it was that 4th tequila shot. PATRON ON ICE. Anyways let's give a big welcome back to myself and start this week off right.

I gots a 92 percent chance of embarrassing myself.

E-mail sent to BWP at 1140 AM Saturday.

"Ok, so i know you won't get this until monday, but i need to tell you a story. So last night we went out, i got drunk, blah blah same old same old. I ended up talking to this girl at the bar. SHE HAD A VAGINA. WIN. We were hitting it off. We made out. Then she said "are you going to buy me a drink?" A normal person would have said "sure let's put the penis in the vagina tonight" What did I do? I gave her the double middle finger salute and said "Why you got to be in my grill!" Um...what is wrong with me? I could have had the sex. THE SEX! Instead I stumbled to my friends place threw up and talked about the bad times. The bad times being when I gave this hot chick the double middle finger instead of banging.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH- BWP".

Why am I so f'd up? NO! GETTING EMOTIONAL. I'm copying Clover. She would appreciate this. We are single in arms. By that I mean living single. That show was stupid. In conclusion, got drunk, made out, didn't have sex, alienated 26 people, threw up, told my friend she had awesome boobs, got slapped and didn't have sex. Life is good."