drunk brave is the best brave.
get ready for a cool story.
last nite before the pubdezvous we went to brian and kat’s house to get wasted at their basement bar and play this poor man’s version of NTN where fil and i screamed in each other’s faces and got very competitive. yes a good time was had by all.
“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!! oh what? we got that one right? ok.” hug hug.
then off to the pub where this drunktard birthday guy was tossed out and pretty much ruined everything for his buddies and i of course had to run out and smoke to watch the bitchfest and give my ten cents worth of what i think are amazing ‘disses and then i went to the bathroom and thought of all this other stuff i should have said like, insult the guy’s oversized shirt, yeah i know, fucking brilliant.
then a dear old friend i haven’t seen in years shows up and i was happy to see that her face was fatter and then i said a bunch of unintelligible stupid shit and she didn’t even say bye to me when she left.
WICKED!
I’M WICKED!
