last night Joe and I got fuckin' insanely rip roaring fucking DRUNKKK. By the end of the evening we were blasting all my david bowie albums (singing along) and drunk dialing and doing completely inappropriate shots. during the night our satanic cat, roy orbison, POPPED OUR AIR MATTRESS ...so we woke up laying on a pitiful flattened nasty thing. (I repaired it with a patch kit this morning). ...but damn. That was a fabulous night. Hurray!
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