"...and, by the dog, gentlemen of the jury---for I must tell you the truth..." --Apology, 21e

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Yep. We don't need to drink anymore. J and I completely destroyed the apartment. There is a new hole in a door and a dead mannequin. You may be asking yourself, "mother of god! How could you kill a poor defenseless mannequin!?" the answer, droogies, lies in three empty whiskey bottles....

2 comments:

J said...

it hurts to laugh right now, so to keep from drinking that last bottle of evan williams i think i'm gonna curl up with my bowl of cereal and die. thank you jesus for the cloudy day.

jctravis said...

You boys better slow down! Or switch to gin for christ's sake.