BFG

Tonight I saw someone drink their own wee, not for money or anything. It wasn't really a big deal, though. I'm sure there was some point to be proven, but I wasn't following the argument and was just given the task of smelling the wee to make sure it was actually wee. It smelled like lime. And then we had an argument about whether or not to shoot a gun in the back yard. Of course it was only loaded with blanks, but the owner was too margerita'd out. Shame.

Happy birthday Mouthy and Mikey. 25 aint as old as it feels.

..Who put Coldplay on my computer? Someone's gonna pay for this. Okay bed time. Geez. That's ruined everything now.