bottle on the right he won in a limbo contest in the dominican.

last nite, hurricane pitt came to town with not one, but TWO bottles of rum. i don’t even know where to begin telling you the events of last nite because one of my eyes isn’t working and i feel like i am in an acid flashback. fil spent the majority of the nite when we got home from karaoke (yes that’s right, retirement for this guy’s officially now OVER) sleeping on the bathroom floor. pitt kept saying how the funny thing about rum is it doesn’t get him drunk, like, at all and while sharing this information, yelling it rather, he was speaking with words that don’t exist, boxler for example, in lieu of boxer. lots of shlore-type words actually, the letter L is a tricky mistress once rum gets in your mouth. i remembered just now that we somehow watched napoleon dynamite in its entirety while pitt regailed us with a tale about some girls who coudn’t hold their martinis one nite on the town, scoffing at them like old chaps sharing brandy in the cigar room, oh fuck we were blasted. we watched the leaf game too, and thank god i made us dinner, pitt showed up with only a snickers bar in his belly. we even played a round of trivial pursuit? what? i know! and THEN we went out to do karaoke and sang four songs! pitt may or may not have bribed the manager of the pub to get us to sing one more song each.

last nite was so successful we are not going into the suburbs tonite for dinner.

cid really hates guests he is such a humongous needy asshole, excuse his spread.

hahahahaha.

i had to forcibly suggest pitt to join us on a rum time-out and have a brew instead, fuck, by comparison it was like drinking water, polished it off in a few short minutes.

we finished both bottles of rum by the way.

i tried to time it so the picture would get his post-spray reaction, i jumped the gun a little fast. next time hombre.

i suppose for copyright purposes and to cover asses this “kurt cobain” playing piece isn’t left-handed.

i look fifty pounds heavier when i smile jesus christ.

i look like an insect from a bug’s life haha good burn me.

pitt accused us of cheating a million times and memorizing answers because we were slaying him and due to the rum it was hard to express how retardedly easy it is to get answers right hello it’s 90’s trivia!

that palm pilot is hysterical to me right now i must be drunk still.

look what happened to sheena. and this is my new favourite blog she is hilarious and don’t ruin it for me like every other blog i link to and fill it all up with retarded opinions and comments thanks, the shitshow stays HERE!