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!!!
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.