well..
was that a party? it’s almost 4am. Magoo is unconscious on the futon with her favorite bucket. The house is trashed. We are trashed. We finished off all the cider…. it was sweeet!
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schlemaggle has made a Comment
ohmygooooooooooood. so, yeah. this hangover isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
thank you sooooooo much for taking care of me, yet again. how is it that every time i manage to drink myself sick, you are around to pick up the pieces and put me in bed, and make sure i have a bucket beside me, and go find my ring that i leave poolside? not that i’m complaining–you’re the best friend a drunk girl could have (or one of the top five, at least 😉 )…i just feel bad for you because you never get too drunk and too sick for me to return the favor.
excellent party, by the way. that cider kicked so much ass. we need more. STAT. and a gajillion thank yous for finding my ring, by the way. i don’t know what i’d do without you. 🙂
p.s. i don’t know if we talked about anal functions enough last night, so here goes: when i got home this morning, i had to poop. which isn’t, you know, remarkable in any way, really. but riddle me this: how is it that i had anything left in my stomach to poop out after the kroger incident *and* throwing up?
June 25, 2005 @ 12:26 pm
goaticusmaximus has made a Comment
The aliens put the poop there to test our plumbing capacity.
June 27, 2005 @ 10:50 am