had a great time last nite

but now i am epicly huuuung. one of those nites that start out innocently enough, dinner with fil’s dad, then ten bazillion glasses of wine later and wii bowling at samir/sharpie’s and i’m pretty sure of the lot of us i drank the least. sharpie and i had to walk to every ghetto variety store in search of celery salt, they had none, so then we ventured to the least harmless looking old man bar to ask for some and have a gratitude shot. sharpie swears the bartendress had a british accent, i swear she was just dumb. *EDIT* it has been brought to my attention twice now that this reads like i am saying sharpie is dumb, no, you are dumb for reading it that way. i was doing a “bit” here people, thanks for not getting it. the bartender looked dumb to me. that’s all. end of story. her mouth was open as we were talking to her, people who require open mouths for their brain to function are stupid, FACT.

today is going to be radical.

they buggered fil’s new prescription glasses, one lens has no prescription at all, amateurs. what else is we can’t find his original pair and he’s blasted still and blind and we are both half-assedly searching for them, bonus i did find a new hippie necklace in his drawer. what’s this? i asked. i dunno can’t see aw. then we got in a discussion about the old ten and twenty dollar bill i gave him in the drawer.

i will answer all of your questions from the comments in the previous post throughout the day in slow motion, thank you.

huh what time is it you ask? oh well just you know, time for my favourite picture depicting my current state ever at the moment, what’s up mike?

fondly, Hugh Janus.

*update* found the glasses, they were in my sarah palin jacket pocket.

oh and i took care of two bday gifts for him too. how selfish is fil for having a birthday so close to christmas?!