I am hammered.
Woo. Saturday. Wilco.
Sky Blue sky.
Piss off, I know I am supposed to do or say something clever, you fucking wankers, when holding this much booze on my own without making an ass out of myself and spilling a bunch of secrets and maybe saying flirtatious things I regret is supposed to be enough.
After a bunch of vodka it just feels good.
John +7 (Krista promises to flash her Canadian hoo-has at +12)
*** Update **
Shit. I completely forgot both candidates were dealing with bible thumpers like Rick Warren tonight.
I hope both promised to honor and obey the flying spaghetti monster or whatever bullshit makes people happy. Personally, I was out drinking trying to think of reasons to have an abortion.