I threw up this morning something fierce. I made Karen Carpenter look like a fucking amateur. I could post a digital picture of the toilet into which I expelled last night's awesome prime rib dinner, but I've already re edited this blog once today for content.
Upon reflection, I realize that my drinking patterns were not well thought out. Two bloody marys, two glasses of wine (with dinner), three beers (at the blackjack table), and three more beers (at Shooters, to make the bartenders cuter).
The exterior of the toilet looks like tie-dye.
What's for lunch?
goochout
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