I promised myself ONE drunk post this year and here it is.  No edits or proofreading.  I just came home from lots of beers with my friend James and my burps smell like nachos.  Bad nachos.  I cannot stand when restaurants think that it is ok to serve shit on a plate.  Why bother?  Hey!!! Here’s $15 for some shit on a plate.  Thanks assholes!!!

It’s Friday and this post will come out in a few days.  It’ll probably be pretty boring if I don’t get into something funny fast.  Yikes!!!  God forbid this is like a conversation with drunk Chris.  Shit.  Now you’re staring at me and I’m talking about how I blog for a “living” and do “art”.

It’s 1:13 am.

Now it’s 1:20 and I am over-thinking this drunk post to death.  What would i say if i was drunk?  Who cares?  I’m drunk and isn’t that the point?

Or perhaps I’m not drunk and this is clever?  huh?  I bet you never thought of that!!!

Brilliant!!!

Not really.

It’s 1:24 am.

It’s 1:26 am.

I spent some time there thinknig of wonderful clever things to write about and my hands did nothing!  Now, I am staring at the word “thinknig” wondering if I should correct it.  Fuck it!!!

Thinknig isn’t offensive.