Sadly, I didn't make my gambling committment tonight. Tuesday nights are my gambling nights, where—and this is very ingenious—I use my winnings to fund my drinkings. But I usually end up drinking so much thst I find myself in Hollywood getting something worse, then ruining my whole week, every week. So today when I got home from work, I was so drunk I just lay on my bed like in a casket—i never moved—and drifted in and out of dreams all night. When I awoke, I was almost dismayed at not making nothing out of my night, me being a playboy, and went vroom vrooooom vroooooom vrooooom before the stores closed. Purchased by me was
- one a tuna sandwich
- one a Lays Classic Potato Chips
- a pint of Jameson Irish Whiskey (celebrating them taking two points from those German sluts)
- Two Diet Squirts.
Rented by me from The Library yesterday was one:
- Letters from Iowa Jima
- Mickey Blue Eyes
- The Counselor
- American Hustle
Yea I rent movies from the library.
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