Went to Shooters last night. Some guy was trying to smoke me out in the parking lot. He had some shit that I've only heard about in Dr. Dre songs. I passed, but some girl didn't, went with him and came back looking and acting like a fucking psycho. Good stuff. I figured I'd have a few drinks at Shooters and then call it a night. I met a guy and some girls that work in bars around the area and we took off for a club about four blocks away. It was pretty sweet, considering I thought my night was going to consist of three beers, two shots of Jack Daniels, and mediocre drunken conversation.
The club was packed. We got right in. Wish I had pictures... every chick was gorgeous. The ones that weren't? I drank until they were. That's how I roll. I got chirped on my Nextel by a friend at 2am and started to get homesick. The cure for homesickness? Another beer.
1 comment:
Love ya gooch! But is it just me or is Breaking Bonaduce the greatest fucking thing on TV! I fucking love that dude, he cut his rists on TV!! How cool is that? Xanax anyone?
KGB
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