Instead of drinking last night while DJing at the strip club I took a stripper supplied anti-anxiety pill which sucked all personality out of me. I hurried home after my shift, took a xanax and had a blissful nine-hour sleep.
Today is Easter where we celebrate the resurrection of Christ. You see, the Jews killed Jesus and then a little while later he woke up, said "what the fuck am I doing in this tomb," and moved the big rock sealing him in with the strength only associated with an adrenaline rushed pissed off 33 year old messiah.
I turn 32 this Wednesday. I woke up this Easter morning and didn't really think about getting up because there is no reason, other than to work out. Instead of being kept captive by a large rock, I have a wall mounted TV/VCR/DVD combo unit filled with South Park and porn to keep me safely in bed.
Happy Easter. I'm going back to bed. goochout
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