Monday, November 27, 2006


If I die suddenly, it is Sundays that killed me. A literal all-day drink-a-thon. Mouth tastes like shitty beer and tobacco. Head feels like I've been beaten with a turkey leg for an extended amout of time. And judging by this last sentence, I can't even spell 'amount' right.

So maybe I'm hungover but this is hilarious.


Blogger Laura Dziedzic said...

This has always been my favorite At the Drive-In song!

2:51 PM  

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