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redneck ramapage - mojo nixon |
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guess what?
when you answer the door to recieve your overpriced greasy master, and i say "it's $20.69, sir" it's not clever to say "you or the pizza?" and then proceed to pay me in $1 bills.
in other news - i had a fucking killer time at bea's party. holy shit. yeah, i was pretty trashed. i mean... really fucking trashed. i do however remember all of it. i remember going with bea up to dominos to get discounted++ pizza and realizing, as i was taking shit out of the oven that i was doing a far better job barefoot and drunk than i do when i am stone cold sober. even bea noticed, saying that i was doing better than i normally would. but then, she wasn't quite sober herself. so yes.
oh yeah and the power was out for a while too. it was entertaining as far as i can remember. the next notable thing is that apparently the guys thought it would be hilarious to ball tap eachother for three hours. or at least that's what it seemed like since i was passing in and out of conciousness, finally waking me up around 7am with dylan screaming.
i think i'll go back to sleep now however.
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