Thursday, September 27, 2007

Scotch I don't want is better than no Scotch at all

Trey just said this to me and it already made my day. Alcoholism is no longer a lonely road. The problem is when we suckaz get in a muhfukin car accident. Oh well, at least we are enjoying the ride. Trey is about to finish Glenlivet Nadurra. D-Ring housed a bottle of Yamazaki, and is bearing down on a Macallan Cask Strength. Myself, I finished a Talisker, Lagavulin and Laphroaig last night. Can a brutha make a purchase? Are we waaaaay to young to be going through quality bottles of booze like this? Is it bad that this is usually the first and last topics of discussion every day?

Anyway, Trey looks hurt today. For no apparent reason. So does Party Girl. I am not sure she is such a goer anymore. She talks all this ish about goin to tha club and stuff, but every time it goes down, she bails. She ain't nothin but a lotta talk and a badge. Get on it! We can't drink this city dry by ourselves and with the sucka-ass help of some half-assed temp. They probly get lost on the way to the bar anyway and call the agency because they don't have any work to do. Scrubs.

Continued open letter to all people I correspond with. I do not need color coordinated emails. I caught your emphasis with the BOLD CAPITAL LETTERS, ass hat. Take it easy on the red. Oh, you are cutting and pasting? Congrats. You have passed you gradeschool equivalency test. Now make it all one color. Do you sign letters with crayons? If you have any kind of background to your correspondence, you should stick forks in your eyes so you can understand what it is like knowing you.

I watched the the single worst botched abortion pretending to be a TV show last night. It is called Private Practice. Spin off of Gay's Lobotomy. I did it for her, but this is why I finished off 3 bottles of booze in one night. Lucky for her the Yankees clinched, otherwise it would be all over. This made me realize that it may have been my fault that they didn't win the last 2 games I watched every pitch of. Times is hard paralegalin.

That's it for now. Ill try to let you know what my ass-ignment for the rest of the day will be when i get it. Maybe I'll get to file something. Or copy everything. Most likely I will look like I am doing some combination of them both while reading the entire internet. Maybe I can sneak in the Heroes I missed on Monday.

Ahh... I wish I was drinking Scotch right now.

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