Holt boulevard
I am so drunk right now. John and Jolene dropped me off. I don’t think that they knew how bad my hiccups would be, but such is the life of a PBR drinker. Not that I was drinking it before I got to Gerg’s house. Oh, I am such a fucking loser, to be drunk at another person’s 30th birthday. So many people were turning 30 in the next couple of weeks.
I can’t stop with the hiccups. I’m not irresponsible, I’ve just eliminated as much responsibility as I can.
I have the hiccups super bad.
There was some confirmation that I was cute tonight, but only from women who are dating my friends, and they might have been lying.
The title of this post has to do with the lyrics of a Mountain Goats song.
Your hiccups were so loud I could hear you even though you were on another floor of the house. Holy freaking God man, but those were LOUD. I don’t think your post even comes close to expressing the true decibel level that was your hiccups.
p.s. my vote is you can be an asshole sometimes, but on the whole: Jesse = not an asshole. If you were, you wouldn’t be living here
Posting when I’m drunk always has glorious results.
the holy-shit-i’m-going-to-be-30-soon drunk chat can only lead to asshole classification.
besides, you call yourself on it before i do. ;)