Ahh!

Day 192

Okay, so it's almost 4 am and I can't see straight and I am pretty sure that I just hid 2 people from the cops in my room and had a conversation about masturbation for over an hour. It's hard to say, the vodka is getting to me. All I know is that I was at a party, there was kissing of multiple people, on the lips, no tongue and we were hiding out in a bedroom. The next thing I know is we are kicked out and I am on the run with a rag tag bunch of alleged fugitives or something and we end up at my place basically talking sex. Obviously, I am not coherent and can't remember much of the day except that I didn't go to the spelling bee and the old man in the sweater vest at the library had no sense of humor. Gotta go, more tomorrow.

Tip of the Day: Don't drink Icelandic shooters. They taste like bad Robitussin, but without the awesome side effects.

-Canadian Castaway