Holy Hell...Great Balls of Fire

If you didn't know it before, now you do. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, too bad for you. And if your brain turns to mush, which tastes good at certain times...maybe I can enlighten you with a few sets of rhymes.

I went out drinking last night with a few of my friends. By the end of the night I was in the restroom labeled WOMENS. To my suprise no one was offended, it was almost like I blended. Whiskey straight up, or was it on the rocks? Kathi really loves it when I get drunk and start to talk. Slurring and dancing seemed to be the trend of the night and then I hit on a woman who could whoop my ass in a fight. Just like always I got shot down, but I can't imagine what it would have been like to bang out a chick who was on Smack Down. I stayed at Kathi's because I didn't need to drive and when I get off at noon I'll probably sleep until five.

That's enough of that nonsense. We had a good time. I hope Aaron didn't worry about me because he was asleep when I left to go out. He is teaching a motorcycle safety course today so he won't be in the office. My chair is squeaky and it is driving me insane. I am still quite intoxicated. I am sweating like a pig. I love pigs. I need some sex. Sex is good. Good good good. New respect for girls who don't have anal sex, but I still won't take no for an answer. Good good good. Love the sex. Sex sex sex. Maybe I will call Dat Nguyen and get some sex from her. She might be mad that I haven't called her in a week, but she has been on her period. She was of no use to me. Hey...at least she had her period...lol. That's flippin awesome. Sex sex sex.