You go out, have a good time, drink a little too much and whilst getting home the sirens of wrap draws and suckouts call your name.
Those sirens can firmly stick their thumbs up their asses next time. What was a fun little $5 knockout tourney at Full Tilt has turned into a four hour mess of falling asleep every other minute and torn between donking out for a happy meal profit, or playing my usual crap tourney game.
For now I'm choosing crap and Roxette's "Joyride" on loop. She says: Hello you fool I loooooooooooove you!
Of course she does when you fuckin give her free reign at Home Depot when agreeing to a new kitchen design. Any chance for take-backs?