… The sensible part (small isolated and depressed area, next to the left ear) of my brain screams as time pushed 3 am. Idle hands truly are the devil’s workshop and in my case they will reach out for just about anything containing alcohol, if not occupied. Yesterday they managed to promiscuously mate with 12 Black Velvets (Guiness layered on top of Strongbow Cider red.), half a bottle of Soco and several Morgan and cokes, before the distance to the fridge became a dangerous and unsafe distance to travel. I got the brilliant idea to prove to my girlfriend that I could do a handstand, which led to a dent in my head as well as the wall, during which action at least 10 oz of undigested Coke travelled through her nose at unsafe velocity. Her unstoppable laughter suggested that such idiocracy shouldn’t be attempted, when balancing in general has become a severe task which often leads to failure.

During the week I am a mature 28 year old adult who leads a successful lifestyle in the IT sector. That successful young man is somehow degenerated to a beer feeding amoeba every single weekend, and he doesn’t seem to learn at all from this behavior. My only thought now is how to get through next week as quick as possible, so I can do it all over again. Oh and of course figure out how to make the 12 handymen currently installing two pinball machines and an ice-cream stand in my head, leave!

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