Friday, September 10, 2010

sunday doozy

Not that it's news or anything, but I've managed to find something more interesting to do than start one of my one hundred and forty nine eval reports.

This, my friends, is my very special drink - Fizz.

Don't ask me what it is.


Why'd you have to go ask me?

Fine. That's my disgusting and senseless concoction of iced tea and two sachets of Extra Joss and an unproductive sense of adventure. The stuff's too sweet, it probably has the same sugar content as five truckloads of one litre Cokes.

But yeah, I'm drinking the stuff, and throwing up in my mouth at the same time. And standing up every time I hear Soulja Boy's Pretty Boy Swag.

I just need a joint, and I'll be all set.