The Happiest Kid in Drunkytown

Go-ing to-o NAS-CAR! Go-ing to-o NAS-CAR! Cha-cha cha-cha cha cha!

The whiskyfest charity rare whisky list came out today. I got my eye on you, Laphroaig 30. Maaaaaan, we's gonna get f'ed up on some funky-fancy-ass shit on Oct 30, yo.

The douchebag who shits on us every Friday at work got shit on, himself, this morning. Awesome. Oh how the toilet bowl swirled has turned, hasn't it, K-Ville? Suck it.

I had to run to the dentist cause the train I caught damn near an hour early was a gd half hour late. Then I get to work (almost on time, I might add) and have a ton of shit to do on a case I haven't worked on in over a year. But you know what, not even a temp banging my gf could bring me down right now.

No 'body gonna break-a my striiiiiide....

Lalalalalalala... me so happy. You know what I'm gonna do for the rest of the morning? Print out crosswords for the ride. Ahhh, fuck this joint.

I feel like Pee-Wee Herman when you say the secret word. You know what the word is? Temp. Or whisky. Or NASCAR muhfukkin racin!!! Or whatever you say. I'll be happy.

Freaking out.

Gonna go play ball now.