oral diarrhea, anyone
of course
of course i had 200 pages to fill
at 0dark30, as usual
hey, i was inebriated.. i.e. wouldn't drive
but 5 beers and a double stolis, up-
from 1300 to a time I've been asked, not to report... does not even make a 250some pound, human.... unable to drive, legally... when that much booze has been consumed, over a 12hr period. i never said i couldn't drive... ever seen a white, child molester van (if u cannot picture the imagery: watch THE STAR CHAMBER n then, you'll comprehend, a child molester, painter, carpenter's, kinda 70s, bubble window, ONLY, if any... van... when a semi, makes paper mache, of humans, against the back of it, who need to b pancake, spatula'd, into essentially, a lawn, trash bag... as the pao, for the local, stateys... these, r the flash cards, i grew up on... i do not drive... impaired. in point of fact... i don't like being impaired... my definition. one alcoholic beverage... technically... impairs. i mean... i am nowhere close, to .03... even... just sittin n the club. i love the taste of a corona and my ocd and number of times, a human bartender, has cut limes, after wiping their bad places n generously, shared a case of the shits, with me, is beyond fargin measure... and it is my personal hell n karma, to drink a sweaty, icy cold, Corona... n be staring at a serving tray of fucking cherries, olives, lemons and omg omg... 1/8 slices, of sweaty, cold, fresh, ecoli covered, limes...
-homer
mmmmm....beer...
bah... o, now i remember... yes, it drives me up the wall, when the writer showes up (insane, narcissist) and my fucking cell didn't charge... god dam it!
so as we know what the rock is cookin... and the man has yet to report his risky, adventures (ever gal, is some man's, daughter... and some men, stock shotguns, in aisle, one)... imma go straight to the end:
yes, i had permission to get shitfaced, last night. ltr, never said... he wasn't gonna b... which means one essentially makes a decision to make their life insurance, beneficiary... a...
money
grubbing
whore
who may, or may not have been raised by murderers and international, arms dealers, who were extremely bummed, when they started inserting metallic strips n em... that will actually tone out, at 10k... one... one can travel with as many carats in frosting, as they so desire and as a tavern trick... yes, those strips were removable, the last time it occurred, to attempt to do so... but I'm fucking insane and... cliche: i digress.
so wherever i was goin with that... i gotta both- stave off, my buzz, n two beer hangover, by lights out... and- get the blackout i want... by havin two quads (doubles, but poured by a friendly)... as the door locks... so when ltr puts us in a ditch... my shyt won't have metabolized, til I'm unlocking, mine...
and yes... another quad n corona were left behind (goes to a good cause and i was being threatened that if i left to not hear a convo that was nun o ma biz... i would lose, my booze... the first two... ltr wouldn't stop talkin... were already workin their booga booga... booze, means nada, to me... ain't a threat, whatsoever... absinthe... makes me a liar, in the aforementioned, but y'all know... pfft... i gave it to the new love barmaid n beau, when i met him, last night...).
so we're using the entire 2 lane, highway, to get me home, "safely"... (fuckin, larry...)... and we're screaming at each other, the entire way... because i "need to toughen up"... and y'all know i could b laughing me ash off and crying, wholeheartedly, to end cali's, drought n fill reservoirs- cause my crazy, does not hand over the keys, to my emotions... and he's talkin the loss of his daughter... assuming i dunno pain... y'all know i signed amelia alexandra's, death warrant, in blood... at 6+months... because her brain, was essentially a black, ultrasonic, hole, of fluid... your wallet, or your life... your daughter, or your wife... choose... ltr... never had the opportunity, to make that call... and as i listen well and have a mundane life... when iii to iii... some tales, ain't worth tellin, or the oxygen, they consume. save the rainforests... i liked the tardy, mr Williams, too... how many hands? died happy? a manic... jerkin the gerkin... ?... some tales, ain't worth the o2... and diminish a good human, to do so.
so we're screaming at each other... he dam near, took out 2 of my pines and the unused, carport... screeches, to a halt... and says
- ltr
talk atcha, tomorrow, s...c...
u have got to b shittin me! who, besides us four, humans... lives... n forgives, as they breathe in... and out... i dam near coughed myself out, again, laughing so hard, on my way, stumbling, through the door. clumsy... break everything i touch... not so inebriated i couldn't drive, much less, better... til my lighter, open pack n wallet, hit the counter. then... shit, guys... i was fucked up.
no... I'm a professional... i hydrate.. i don't do, hangovers.
sorry... it's just the short version;D... yes, i had the most amazing day... up on the rooftop... click...
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i don't wanna talk about it
don't b a dick