Halloween Fiasco.

It's been a long time, but I finally decided to be retarded again. Okay, more retarded then normal.
Halloween night started with a 26 of Vodka, and a lot of Jager - and ended with 2 glorious bags of saline administered via intervenes.

I remember brief moments of the night...lying on the hardwood and enjoying how comfortable it was... broom vs sword fight (broom won), and then trying to fix her sword with green tape...and failing...and then lying on the floor again. Dropping like a Litre of Cranberry/Vodka onto my stairs...and making a fool of myself via text to Robyn "No, it's NOT okay" <--that one is going down in the books. LOL. But, there is always the optimistic side of things...after getting out of the hospital at 6AM - there was no hang over, and I was no longer drunk. They had flushed my system out! Plus, I did go home and have a slumber party with a bunch of people randomly in my bedroom. AWKWARD! Anyways, here's Mr Clean & teletubby 1/4!Remember kids - drinking + diabetes = dumb.

-Whitewolf