So, what do you get when you cross a drunken Cory with a Slor-dog? I’m not quite sure, but it’s safe to say he’s had a lot of booze. Plus, it’s Christmas, so you know that you mother-fu*$&ers are either too cool for drunken school or too into the “family thing” to drink like a champ. To all of those people… be-low me. Oh and Merry Christmas or something. That is all.

Tonight started off in typical Santa Clarita fashion and ended almost that way. We got trashyed (trademarked word) really quickly and ended off about the same. That being stated, I’d like to say that I got trashed and everyone else pretty much stayed remotely sober. At one point during the night, I was a “troll” lying under the table because I got skunked in a game of beer pong. My teammate lasted about half of the game before she bolted from her lying position due to some unsanctioned beer spillage on her dome. Oh well. I held my drunken own and won all of my first 3 games last night and my last 3 tonight. BYAHHH! …as Chapelle pretending to be the first black president would say.

Josh was supposed to write a drunken rant tonight as well. But, 10 bajillion dollars says his vagina somehow gets in the way of his typing tonight and tomorrow there’s some excuse about being sick. For shame. It’s like I co-write this blog with a girl with poor grammatical skills (that’s my shit talking motivation to get him writing). It’s on like Donkey Kong bi-otch. 3 for 3 as far as I’ve seen. Redeem your monkey ass. Peace.

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