Sos we went to this place called "Sky Bar", a place that has 2 computers with internet, a bar, and they cook. ARE YOU GETTING THIS, DAVE?! THIS BAR/CLUB HAS INTERNET. They haven't caught onto games yet, though.
Anyway, after getting food and shopping for candies at the Duty Free stores, we decided it was taaaaaahm ta get thtrassssshed. AFTER CONSUMING 3 HEINEKAMEHAMKAIYOKENS, I decided to remember to get this drink called FUCK YOU JOSHUA BACON. The Three Shittasting Hickboozes. A shot of Jim beam, Jack Daniels, and JOHNNY WALKER. NOT RED LABEL on the counta it tastes like drinking an already hungover turd dipped in gasoline and seasoned betwixt a one eyed fat cat's vaginaclaws.
It wasn't that bad this time. Prerberbler because I shelled out the cash to buy gold label Johnny.
CONTINUING ON IN THE NIGHT SINCE WHETHER WE LIKED IT OR NOT THAT WOULD GET US TRASHED, we went on to watch to Flippapino chicks shake their lackofbonbon while singing crapping songs. I mean, it was worse than Japafakeamerican club bands, and this dude had some fake guitar that was still playing music after he tried to get me off stage for attacking the big tittied phflip.
I think it was his girl or something, cause he didn't like what I touched OH MY THIS SHEEEE MIGHT NOT BE A SHEEEEE AT ALLLLLLL
BUT THATS NOT ALL GUYS
wait yeah it is. all I know is I woke up this morning before Quarters, the floor next to my rack covered in Honey and Peach phillie blunts, and my coveralls over my head in the crotch area
Now to do it again
pictures to come even though I always say that