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McDude's Kind of CoolJohnny Walker Red |
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2004-04-11 - 6:53 p.m. Friday was a grand search for the meaning of life. The old roommate and I went to G-money and Talkshow’s place to party it up. G-money’s ex-girlfriend stopped by and brought some guy whom I believe is gay. He started talking shit about how he loves to do Mustard and vodka shots. So I talked him into doing one. He didn’t seem to enjoy it which I took as a major victory at the time. We went to some bar called my first name. It was everything I wouldn’t have in a bar. Lots of hockey stuff and no Miller Lite! Come on. I’d have football stuff and no Bud Lite. We only stayed there for one drink. We went to two or three more bars. Nothing spectacular. On the way back I was giving G-Money some shit about how he’s already done the dishes at his new place. I don’t recall the last time he did the dishes over here. So we started wrestling around. The next thing I know we took off our shirts and we were wrestling in his back yard. I kept giving him titty twisters. He kept giving me noogies and we were both covered in mud. Eventually G-money was sick and puking. He sounds like Chewbacca when he vomits. That’s what you get for drinking a bottle of Johnny Walker Red before going out. Saturday was a little more laid back. I got back at my place at 11 then slept until 3. I called benefits buddy and she came over. Talkshow came up and we went and saw ‘Hellboy’. After that Talkshow went back into the city. I made pasta salad, play bb at Playstation 2 and had sex. Today I had dinner at my brothers. Weekend over. I still don’t know the meaning of life. The End! Like this entry? Vote for me here!
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