Drunk on a Friday
Eddie sucked jerked off an old man at work and got us movie passes, so we went out for a date tonight and saw Mission Impossible 3 to avoid dealing with Comrade’s insane ideas of painting the hallway.
We were very happy we didn’t pay for it, since it really was an overhyped bit of fluff. I firmly believe that Tom Cruise is an over-emotional pussy. But the guy with the accent? Hot. And the Lamborghini was one sexy beast.
Right now, I’ve got a good buzz. I’m sitting at my desk, typing unusually quickly for the amount of liquer I’ve had, and have been drinking vokda and coke out of a coffee mug with Eddie’s baby picture on it. Yeah. I’m feeling pretty freakin good right now. So good, in fact, that I can’t feel my face. Yes, that good.
I don’t like Tom Hanks’s new hair.
Have I mentioned that I can’t feel my cheeks right now?
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