Happy Birrethdayt!!!
(according to the Wikinepdiad's collection of possible truths)...to Sir Arthur Guinness.
In celvebaration of this well known knight, I have taken the opportunitiy to bring in a six pack of Guinness beer, and drink it at work. Lucky for Sir Arthur and I, the boss decided to take the day off just so I could take a break from this disease they call sobriety. Well, that's not the real reason she took off, but I like to think it is.
While at work, I managed to accomplish a little more than nothing. Aside from re-alphabetizing the alphabet, in order from my favorite letters to my least favorite, and checking up on world news in Micronesia, I was able to find the time to collect denials for phone numbers from females that seemed to laugh at everything I said, proving the saying, "If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything," false, especially since they all refused to hop on one leg and high-pitchedly bark like a dog.
This makes my batting average 0 for 8 today. Damn bitches.
I'm still at work, and I'm beginning to realize how much I hate being drunk, especially since I'm pretty really drunk. It's all good though, because when I'm not drunk, I'll probably still be drunk off of root beer.
On another note, my parents kicked me out for a day. I'm not too sure why, but something tells me they built a laboratory in their bedroom to build more babies, so hopefully, I'll have a younger brother who can bring home the legally aged bitches for me. Someone mentioned the idea to me that maybe my parents were trying to have sex, but I don't think they would do that, because that shit would just be gross. Either way, I need to kick that perseon's ass for even trying to put that idea in my head.
Now, I'm about to leave work, and I need to figure out what to do with my time. Maybe I'll just go bowling, and hope it magically turns into a strip club.
Somebody save me...
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