chuck norris hangover

yeah that would be my it’s time to go home face that lingers a couple seconds longer than should have been captured on film (creepy!), i turned it off just as uncle fil says ok we have to go haha.

yikes raccoon eyes!

so we wrote a little note to our waitresses last nite at the place we aren’t supposed to eat anymore but did anyway because we started drinking around 5 at that ill scarlett hotel party, the note said YOU ARE THE MOST TERRIBLE SERVERS EVER. and britt added THANKS FOR CHARGING US GRATUITY WHEN ONLY FOUR OF US ATE. we would have dined ‘n dashed but there are always industry gigs there so we couldn’t, they more than deserved it though. the rudeness was just, bluh, come on, yeah your job sucks, not my fault.

on our way to the gibson bus, four people crammed in the back of britt’s car, me in the front cos i’m a sucky baby, we idle beside this chick pulled over by a cop in front of the holiday inn on king, while waiting for traffic to pick up again me and britt have a silent conversation with the chick, i shrug my shoulders like alfred e. newman then point at the four people illegally jammed in the backseat she smiles sadly.

then britt and i had a screaming fight about feist and she almost ploughed into two chick pedestrians and fil told us (me) to shut up.

everyone gave britt shit for wearing sunglasses all nite long, it pissed me off, i get it yeah haha sunglasses at nite what a try-hard whatever, how about look at your stupid little outfits, try focusing on your own shit maybe, suffice it to say it does take self confidence to wear sunglasses indoors, and you clearly don’t have any, so shut the fuck up. i mean, people were getting aggressive over them and personally offended, one dude was wearing glasses with ONE black lense only, and no one said shit to him.

there’s more but you probably don’t care.

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