Whose goin out with the boys to drink beer and eat a ton of food, spend money or make it during the big game?
Where are you going? What are you doing?
I'll start.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm also not doing anything.
I'm so sick I could die, plus I have a huge amount of homework to do.
I will be curled up lin a fetal position crying for half the game, and the other half I'll be zonked offa cough syrup while trying to do my work.
I'm passing up two parties. One with my very close friends, who have enough beef to make 9 whole cows and more nachos, bean dip and beer then all of Mexico has.
And another is a girl party. Yep, a whole grip of hot females who get together, go out and eat, and then party while watching the superbowl.
Now, I had originally planned to go to both parties, and then work some magic to get them to merge into a beautiful Sunday of beer, food, females and football.
But alas, I am here, stuck, while my head feels like it's being pumped up with a basketball hand pump, my nose feels like I've been blowing lines of Ajax, my lungs feel like they're full of Ajax, and this monitor I'm typing this on, is peircing my brain.
It's now time to hit the books and then cry myself to sleep before the big game.
What are your plans?
Where are you going? What are you doing?
I'll start.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm also not doing anything.
I'm so sick I could die, plus I have a huge amount of homework to do.
I will be curled up lin a fetal position crying for half the game, and the other half I'll be zonked offa cough syrup while trying to do my work.
I'm passing up two parties. One with my very close friends, who have enough beef to make 9 whole cows and more nachos, bean dip and beer then all of Mexico has.
And another is a girl party. Yep, a whole grip of hot females who get together, go out and eat, and then party while watching the superbowl.
Now, I had originally planned to go to both parties, and then work some magic to get them to merge into a beautiful Sunday of beer, food, females and football.
But alas, I am here, stuck, while my head feels like it's being pumped up with a basketball hand pump, my nose feels like I've been blowing lines of Ajax, my lungs feel like they're full of Ajax, and this monitor I'm typing this on, is peircing my brain.
It's now time to hit the books and then cry myself to sleep before the big game.
What are your plans?
I'm in Afghanistan. lol
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