Went to christmas party at Murray's... woke up on my bed wearing different clothes and snuggling my pony Gingie. Between the 2 events I managed to leave nasty messages to the IB, smash my cell and home phone, and have some horrible vendetta against my soup ladle.
The aftermath is that im super hungover, my cell doesnt look so pretty anymore [but does work] and my wall is completely bashed up from the aforementioned smashy smashy.
I havent woken up and had no idea how i got home, since the infamous golf tournament where i woke up and had Dumbass tell me that I had turned into Frank the Tank. No good whatsoever...
Furthermore, ow. My life hurts.
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