Drunken Lullabies

So, last night I got pretty shit faced. I'm a two beer queer now. I used to be able to hold my liquor quite a bit, but last night, I got thru half of a mixed drink and I was buzzing. I think I'm a fan of it, though. I was buzzing in fifteen minutes and it cost me a total of $7 to get messed up the entire night. I found out that when I'm drunk my singing voice becomes way shittier than normal. I couldn't give away any of the Fat Tony cds I have. I started the night with about 60 of them and I ended up with 65 of them. Somehow, people brought copies with them to give back to me. I was loud and obnoxious and made an ass of myself. That was to be expected. I stared at some cleavage a few times. That made my night even more unbearable. Cleavage is an unfair weapon in the battle of the sexes. Girls are poo. Kulek was the king of the stereo. Most of his choices were top notch. A few times, I wanted to put a cd in, but to my surprise he was already putting it in for me. Eerie. Anyhow, I'm off to watch MythBusters.