Have you ever wondered who would show up to your funeral? Who your true friends are and aren't? Some days I wonder if life would be better off if I was dead? Just a thought.
Now for something a little less morbid. Skeleton Key rocked! Took me a second to try and figure out the ending. Very smart. I had to think about who were actually being hanged in the movie, but me smart, me figured it out.
Today I'm just staying in. Friday night took a nasty turn. Vomiting and strip clubs and fights all night. I haven't slept yet. I think I might be coming down with something. Everybody is getting this stomach bug. I hate those. I'm starting feel some aching in my neck. I think I might've jolted it when I threw up the second time or getting knocked in the face. It kind of all happened around the same time.
And that boys and girls was how I started my weekend......
In memory of the lap dances
Shake That Ass For Me.....
Passenger 57
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Non-refundable; non-exchangeable ticket.
The flight doors are now closed!
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I'd rock Em's world. I don't care he's a cracker, I'd still do 'em.
drinking brings out the worst in people. i don't even want to post any kind of reminder of it on my blog.
The buzz was wearing off when the fights happened, so nobody was totally drunk. I honestly thought everything was gonna be cool. The blood on the broken table say other wise. And I'd do it again damn it! FUCK I FEEL LIKE FIGHTING!
I was clearly over it. I didn't say a damn word at all about it. But he had to fucking bring it up.
Eminem is still alive?
Depends on the funeral thing. Would it be one of those boring "dig a hole, drop a box in it" affairs or something altogether cooler?
Example, when my pet rabbit died I was out drinking and my alcohol laden brain came up with the idea of a viking burial for my rabbit, on the river through town at midnight. Before I knew it, half the town had heard about it. So at midnight I got my hastily constructed raft (basically kicked the fucking side off the hutch), dead rabbit and half a gallon of petrol and set off for the river.
The bridge across the river was now packed with drunken buffoons holding up lighters. Suitably pissed I put rabbit on raft, poured all the petrol on it and WOOF - up in flames it went. Cool.
So, if it's going to be a funeral like that, count me in ;-)
I love Eminem...but where the hell did that come from? Did I miss something? He apparantly crawled out of a box of crackahz!
Umm, as for fighting, you need a refreshing blood battle every once in awhile, it's good for the soul! cleansing, ya know?
I don't think she liked the table anyways so I guess it's better broken.
I can still taste the blood.
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