the plan last night to juts sit at home and cure my hungover self with bonghits and saturday night live. and then... pshhh... they throw a re-run my way, and so i just scratched my balls and ordered dominos pizza... because i like a LOTTA grease when i wanna cure a hangover. and dominos knows that, or something.
i woke up feeling like a million bucks, and was ready to rock out my camera all fucking day long. and you better believe i did.
im not even home yet from the signs, and i still have signs in south central up at the dealership.
a sign guys job never is never done, sometimes.
but at least the viking doesn't mind if i have a couple of bong hits and pretend to care about hilary skank, and will smith, or whoever that was that won. i was out smoking a cig round then.
my cousin has chinese food he's willing to kick down to me. but im not much of a chinese food guy... so i will go eat the things that are chicken, and ignore the things that aren't. PARTY TIME!.
and. im so tired i want to strangle myself. the end.
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