It never dies!

Wraaaa, why must my head pound every time i consume alcohol? I am the most inefficient drinker on the planet. Geez it feels like chipmunks are humping in my dome. I hate it when chipmunks hump in my dome. And my face is all red, cuz I'm half asian, so I'm a dead give away. I went to a dodger game earlier, so of course i'm gonna consume some spirits and get down with my boys in blue. I come home like 5 hours later and my face is still bright red. My mom is all tripping. "Greg, you've been DRINKING!". No mah, I'm just sunburned don't worry about it. I'm all trying to talk to the ground so she don't smell my breathe that would fucking ignite if i held a match to it.

"Put some LOTION on your face, you're so sunburned"

"yes mah, I"ll put some lotion on my face"

"You want me to do it for you?"

"No mah, I can put lotion on my own face"

"Okay, make sure you put some lotion on"

"Yes mah, I'll put some lotion on"

So yeah, my boys lost. But I'm not trippin, I'm not even a big sports fan. I just went to this game so I could get hammered, besides, what else am I gonna do on a school night? Study? Fuck that reminds me, I got work to do. Eh, it can wait till tomorrow. So how yall folks doing? Feeling good? Great.

Where my grandmas at? Woot woot. Gah I'm such a dumbass. Okay, time for beddy bed, sorry to all the rest of you folk who's blogs i completely ignored tonight. I leave delightful comments with you all tomorrow, but for now, its time for me to have pleasent dreams about nympho grandmas... The labido never dies.