Being...

Clyde's

It was fun... wasn't it???

Oyster killed me.... Never touch that shit again... as soon as it got my stomach... omg... i felt I was gonan die... then... of course... my head started to spin... it's not like I drank too much...
Well,

Thank you for taking care of me in the ladies... so sweet.. no I didn't puke on her... but it felt good to get oyster out of my system...

Thank you for making me $200 richer over nite.. boy.. i was happy this morning...for like a min ...

Thank you for signing off on my plastic.. that was some ugly handwriting.. i could actually deny such charge...

Thank you for driving me home... and Thank me for not throwing up in my own car ... that 'd add some highlight to this...

Thank you for telling my gay neighbor to butt off... with his stupid dog....

Thank you for chilling outside of my neightbor's driveway... too bad the H2 wasn't there...

Thank you for storing tons of bathroom tissues in my car... from IHOP??

Thank you for making sure I made to my house... yeah.. i was dancing around...

Thank you for waking me up this morning... stupid dog....

Conclusion:
never eat those oyster again...
never drink when i am in a bad mood... totally killed my rhythm
&... yeah me getting old... I should just chill with my Kamikazi... no more IHOP drinks...

posted by Skittles @ 07:52