TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2008 Epilogue

So my experiment was a major success!

I discovered many a things about my self and what kind of a drunk I am. I was able to walk and think coherently, my cousin's girl thought I'm gay (and she may still), I was able to think I can do some advance counting... but I can't! I couldn't eat oreos or look at a TV. DS was out of the question! Finally, I got sick and didn't have a hang-over!

Good times

for the first time ever, I am drunk. It's hard to dype and to look at a compurter screen. 

I am writing this blog because I think it is funny. So ha ha ha. 

Also, it feels like a prolonged headrush and many dizzy-ness. I also am able to swear more oftWill I remember tomorrow? ma7be.

Anywho, I don't feel good any Stefan Colbert is on T.V. Fuck his word he can suck off.

I'm tired and Umma beat me at the game of life. It makes sense 'cuase I'm drunk/

everythiung feels like a headrushj

Good night and I shouldn't frink agsao.m.

namaste,

Ricky "(he's drunk right now (sept. 10th, 08))" Flatfuckassbitch.

Surrealism at it's best.

And lo, he did speak.
"Uponith my brow lay the sweetest of nectars, and the bitterest of dark chocolate."
-"but melord" Vassal leid said "What-eth about your hand?"

and verily the Ballin' lord did smote him.
Adn all was forgiven.

Ah! Of butter peanuts & faces!

Today I opened up a fresh new jar of crunchy peanut butter. As due protocols I made sure to check for any life or living organisms. Lucky for me, and the food industry, I found no life. BUT I did find something pretty disconcerting.

A face.


This puzzled me. How did this face arise? What was it's purpose? What significance does this have? Why me??
I couldn't think on such an empty stomach. I needed substance to tackle these lemmas.
So I made a sandwich! A delicious (and nutritious) peanut-butter sandwich.

It wasn't long after I took my first bite that I realized my folly.


Oh well! At least the Sandwich was good.

Some true stuff goin' on.

Fight!?

Lockeappa stared at Michealokou. "Believe in me who believes in you!" John Nappalocke said. "Screw you bo-day" was the steadfast reply. "It seems we are at a stand-still gentlemen," Jingeta said with a coo "Might I suggest.... some sort of face off?".

The air was still.

The only movement was of that of a butterfly struggling to fly, it's flyers were badly damaged by a butterfly gremlin, then, suddenly, Nap-Locka charged at Son-Michealko!




One remained standing at the end of the bout.