Friday, June 21, 2002
Gooooodamn |3:47 PM|
That wild stallion crap from 7-11 is the first "energy drink" since Sobe that I respect. It actually had an affect on me, though the consumption of 64 ounces of it might have something to do with that.
Sixty fucking four ounces. I had no idea 7-11 had a "Double Gulp". That's fucking sick. My boss had to carry one of these ice cold attack-drinks in each hand up the stairs like "some sort of Shao Lin temple test" as he put it. Shit, this much soda should have been illegal. I've been pissing all damn day. I held it in for as long as possible and almost died like Tycho Brahe.
I had a teddy bear named Tycho Brahe. I didn't know how he died until junior high (The astronomer, not the bear) , but I did know he had an iron nose. An iron fucking nose. Sure, he probably couldn't smell worth a damn ('cept the sweet scent of processed mother earth) but I bet he was a beast to fight. "I'll head butt you and you'll fucking die, asshole!" *KLUNK*. Works both ways, since a head butt is usually your forehead and their nose. So if someone head butts him, they fucking lose, and if he pecks them with his nose, they still fucking lose. Goddamn, I'm wired wired wired.
I'm catching a late show of "Minority Report" at the drafthouse. Maybe that Kooorin girl will be there. Shit, I have to be suave and not a fucking dork. I might be in trouble.
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///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
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