this post is brought to you by STARTED DRINKING AT 11AM

dude on the right, friend of friend of friend, (don’t worry probably won’t see this post, but if so, s’up?) started hittin’er early, so by the time we show up to the queen’s head (think modestest pub in town your grandparents have their steak n kidney pies for supper at, or, maybe even bangers ‘n mash!) for half past 9 these guys are watered! blue shirt is even falling asleep sitting up, smashed a glass just before we arrived and the waitress was like ok i’ll give you one more drink if you pinky swear you won’t break the glass. then pitt shows up, we have two tables squished together so me and him are facing these guys, fil is to my left chatting up a storm over there, and then blue shirt keels over in slow-mo (havin’ another nap i s’pose) and he takes out not one but TWO empty chairs in his descent and now he’s on the carpetted floor and the round table of silverheads behind him are all oh my why i never and all that like fully disgusted and i am elbowing fil as hard as i possibly can like you just missed the most hilarious thing that is going to fucking happen tonite dude, he saw the aftermath, leather jacket buddy goes over and helps him up, rights him, silverheads table set the chairs up, and his coat was on the floor for like 20 minutes after when one silverhead finally picks it up out of yet more disgust hahaha. pitt was like i am so jealous that should be ME right now.

ok that’s all.

oh on my other laptop i have a picture of him stabbing a can of beer with a knife and shotgunning it in like two seconds flat from last st. patrick’s day.

and hey look you gothy little shitbags, coffin pool!

< insert suicide drowning joke >