Back when I was in college, I could do many, many shots of vodka and not bat an eye.
I’ve had three shots tonight. I seem to be quite wasted.
Of course, I havn’t eaten anything today, I think, well, I had some Ritz crackers and Easy Cheese earlier. Oh yeah, and a piece of my father’s kick ass pecan fudge. God I love that stuff. I wish it were Christmas-time year round so I could have Dad’s pecan fudge all the time.
So, I hadn’t had a good solitary drunk movie night in a long time, and so here I am.
I’m watching Evil Dead. I’d like to bear Bruce Campbell’s children. Okay, no I wouldn’t, I hate children. But I wouldn’t turn down a night of hot, sweaty, monkey sex.
I plan on watching Evil Dead 2 and Army of Darkness tonight as well.
don’t feel bad. I got loaded on Martini’s during the Devil’s game and now there’s nothing good on TV.
My biggest problem is that I didn’t aquire my best hangover sqasher (32oz Fierce Melon Gatorade) beforehand and the only convience stores within walking distance are already closed.
Here’s a little hint, just drink a lot (and I mean a lot) of water. It will work just as well. It’s what I always do, and I’m in university, so I speak from exerience.