Drink Drivin Jeff
So yeah.. It's been a few days since I made the call "How bout' we just go to Panthers and get hammered". Hammered we did.. I enjoyed the shitty cover band which had a lead singer much like someone I know. We drank jugs and even though Pablo "moneybags" murdoch was around he managed to pay for at least one jug and kept the tally between all of us even. This is a side of Pablo I don't get to see very often.. It was a good change.
So yeah..I danced with chicks.. One of which Pablo took home, avoided my "no sex" obstacles and managed to screw her.. Another example of Pablo Stealing My Bitches. "list them.. Give me all the names.. 1. Knockers.. Come on.. What are the other ones.. Come on".. I know how it goes Hoe Thief.. I know you do it on purpose.. But either way.. I drank and drank and drank and drank.. Until Jeff decided it was time to throw a glass onto the tiles and stomp on it like an cigarette that needed ashing, get kicked out by Panthers security and DROVE HOME!!!! Fuck Jeff.. It really didn't bother me at the time when you were DRINK DRIVING with a BLOOD ALCOHOL LEVEL so high you would have LOST YOUR LICENSE and possibly KILLED Allan and I.. And in fact it doesn't bother me now however, it's the last time I suggest to drive your car to Panthers and go and pick it up in the morning.
Jeff and I then proceeded to drink almost an entire bottle of vodka. Then I vomited.. Passed out and for the next six to eleven hours spend every twenty minutes vomiting and sleeping.. Vomiting and sleeping.. I was a fucking mess.. A total WALKING BREATHING LIVING HANGOVER. It was terrible.. And once again I have had to hold an emergency meeting of the senses and important organs in my body to come to a conclusion to ban alcohol from my body for the rest of time. I was so sick and so drunk the next day my body almost started rejecting air.
Other than that.. Sharrifs birthday was fun. Apart from Jeff and the kareokee and then returning to Jeffs car to find his club lock attached to the steering wheel and me having no clublock key and having to walk back from penrith to chicken man stoned as (which was actually fun because Allan was stoned too.. He hasn't quit pot.. None of you will be able to.. It's in your blood you will smoke forever)
So yeah. I had a good weekend.. I'm learning how to drive a manual which is totally difficult..
The Brain is coming along nicely. Its going to be fat as fuck. And I've decided I'm going to by crosses to wear around my neck and when we play shows I'm not going to wear a shirt.
I'm at work and I have to logon... Day light come and I want to go home.. DAYEO I said DAYEEEO.. Daylight come and I want to go home.
- Austin.
So yeah.. It's been a few days since I made the call "How bout' we just go to Panthers and get hammered". Hammered we did.. I enjoyed the shitty cover band which had a lead singer much like someone I know. We drank jugs and even though Pablo "moneybags" murdoch was around he managed to pay for at least one jug and kept the tally between all of us even. This is a side of Pablo I don't get to see very often.. It was a good change.
So yeah..I danced with chicks.. One of which Pablo took home, avoided my "no sex" obstacles and managed to screw her.. Another example of Pablo Stealing My Bitches. "list them.. Give me all the names.. 1. Knockers.. Come on.. What are the other ones.. Come on".. I know how it goes Hoe Thief.. I know you do it on purpose.. But either way.. I drank and drank and drank and drank.. Until Jeff decided it was time to throw a glass onto the tiles and stomp on it like an cigarette that needed ashing, get kicked out by Panthers security and DROVE HOME!!!! Fuck Jeff.. It really didn't bother me at the time when you were DRINK DRIVING with a BLOOD ALCOHOL LEVEL so high you would have LOST YOUR LICENSE and possibly KILLED Allan and I.. And in fact it doesn't bother me now however, it's the last time I suggest to drive your car to Panthers and go and pick it up in the morning.
Jeff and I then proceeded to drink almost an entire bottle of vodka. Then I vomited.. Passed out and for the next six to eleven hours spend every twenty minutes vomiting and sleeping.. Vomiting and sleeping.. I was a fucking mess.. A total WALKING BREATHING LIVING HANGOVER. It was terrible.. And once again I have had to hold an emergency meeting of the senses and important organs in my body to come to a conclusion to ban alcohol from my body for the rest of time. I was so sick and so drunk the next day my body almost started rejecting air.
Other than that.. Sharrifs birthday was fun. Apart from Jeff and the kareokee and then returning to Jeffs car to find his club lock attached to the steering wheel and me having no clublock key and having to walk back from penrith to chicken man stoned as (which was actually fun because Allan was stoned too.. He hasn't quit pot.. None of you will be able to.. It's in your blood you will smoke forever)
So yeah. I had a good weekend.. I'm learning how to drive a manual which is totally difficult..
The Brain is coming along nicely. Its going to be fat as fuck. And I've decided I'm going to by crosses to wear around my neck and when we play shows I'm not going to wear a shirt.
I'm at work and I have to logon... Day light come and I want to go home.. DAYEO I said DAYEEEO.. Daylight come and I want to go home.
- Austin.
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