I don’t know whether to celebrate or pity myself that I have hit 100 posts in what? 3 months?

Either way, I am hungover enough that in 5 minutes, I will have laid my head back down; drowned in a pool of saliva; and completely forgot this momentous occasion.

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I’ve let 5 minutes go by, and all I can think about is how funny I thought it was (last night) that I hit a guy square in the head with an empty beer can. And lived to rap about it. I have really got to start finding better uses of my time.

 Goodnight/Goodday/ Pee now or forever hold your pee.

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