If you’re a fan of “Rock of Love” You’ll love this crazy crap. Remember the drunky drunkered psycho chick Lacey from the show. She didn’t win. Bret has better taste than that. (He chose that hotty with the pink hair.) Well Lacey decided to capitalize on her “fame” and made this awesome kick ass music video!
My favorite part is when she walks out to the limo in a yellow dress walking like she was a huge pole up her ass and she is trying to keep it in at all costs. It must be seen to be believed. Evidently, her stepfather is the director and her mother or aunt or possibly both did the wardrobe. I wonder if this is all they keep in the family!
If you do not watch this show, then here is a music video of a dumb drunk chick who sucks balls and is an idiot.
“Sure, ill meet you out for one drink.” Famous last words. I have no self-control. None. Zero. Zilch. (Evidently, I also enjoy short sentences.) Alas, one drink turned in to several and then a few more. I entertained myself with a pair of moose haired Jersey girls and an evening full of strange events. Getting wacky with chicks and being my usual douche bag self out on the town is not what today’s bloggity blog blog is about. No no. This is my declaration that I am giving up the entire month of September to the drinking gods. Pretty bold statement with only 5 or 6 days left in the month. When its time to man up, I’m your guy.
I enjoy being hung over lately and I have September to thank for that. I’ve become really good at it though. I’m a trained professional, hangover artist. My house is filled with different kinds of pills, from vitamin B to vitamin Vicodin that ease me through my tough demanding days. I have eggs and cheese and VH1 on Tivo. There are hours of Scrubs at my disposal with the push of a button. In the corner of the dusty living room, a plethora of hangover movies call my name. Hungary? I got you covered, I know every take out number by heart, sometimes I scream out broccoli with beef late in to the afternoon. I need help.
That help will come with the month of October. October is my friend and wants me to work hard, exercise and do un to other and all that shit. Not like September, or August for that matter. Those ugly fucking months forced booze and debauchery down my throat like I was a baby bird dying of hunger. Bastards
For the next few days im going to succumb to wrath of September and roll with it. I like moose haired jersey girls and I don’t see October bringing anything to the table just yet.
In the mean time I do enjoy people screaming obsinities that have turrets. I give to you Turrets guy. He is one of my favorite people on the world and is the sole reason I scream out BOB SAGET when I’m pissed off.
