You should Snog, Marry or Avoid me

You should Snog, Marry or Avoid me

Our one night off in a two week work trip i got blitzed drunk on the beach… 

Ha it all started that morning I woke up after catching some shut eye coming off grave shift… woke up after like 4 hours of sleep jumped in the van and headed for Constanta…  Yeah, we first started our little all day adventure at what we can only assume was a party that started days before. The giant tent where everyone was dancing away, was just wrecked… over the next 12 hours we drank our faces off… bumped elbows with some mafia bosses and probably pissed off some Romanian girls boyfriends…. hah… stole a whole lot of Jager merch… but the best part of the story is when I got back to the party, and started wrestling my buddy… we ended up getting so drunk I didnt take two thoughts as to whether or not i should wrestle this guy but when I saw him immediately take down his previous opponent I figured i could take him. not even 1 minute after I ran over there screaming “I’m next” i was on the ground in pain holdin my foot in the air… 2 months later its still not all the way healed, still have a floating chip in my ankle… hmm welp… better luck next time.

Successful drunken baconweave

Eva Green is gorgeous

It’s Party Time!

Georgia, Georgia, hah good times in that state, usually our weekends were filled with going out to the middle of BFE setting up a campfire, and getting thouroughly drunk. This time however we had something to celebrate and it wasnt just cause we made it to friday without someone losing a limb. We were out drinking on a buddy of our’s property to celebrate this girls birthday, so of course there was a keg there, plenty of bottles of alcohol, beer pong, music, fishing and bugs biting us… We showed up to the party a little late but we were ready for some fun, we pregamed in the car on the way over, to get us ready for a good night. Got out there ready to have a good time and we did for the most part, I played couple games of beer pong, talked it up with a bunch of people I never thought to be interesting before that night and even cooked up some burgers… now it was later in the night and I had been drinking so I had to pee, ever have to piss when drinking alot, well it happens to me too. So anyway this whole night the Birthday Girl had been following me around, she may have had a crush on me but I’m oblivious to that kind of stuff, anyway I walk around behind some guys Jeep to go take a piss and she follows me back there talking to me while I’m going, so where back there talking even after I finish. All this time she’s grubbing down on this burger, at this time were standing close to eachother and she just took a bite of  her burger and was still chewwing when we we leaned in and kissed, and like you can guess it tasted just like burger. Oh that sweet tasty burger… Thats definitely not the time to be tasting that.

So once again I find myself out in a club somewhere, loud music, sluts in skimpy dresses, sticky counter which dirties your shirt as you lean over the bar to yell at the bartender for an Adios Mother Fucker, which by the way most bartenders in England look at you like you just asked the square root of something when you ask,… but anyway i was in a club. Earlier I had told my friends to call me by Tito, now I have never been called Tito by anyone I’ve ever known, never been a nickname or anything, but when I go out drinking I don’t like to use my real name, so I’m Tito. It’s simple and I like to lie, its easy for me and fun. It’s fun till were all shmammered drunk forgetting who’s called what, then the ladies who let us into there VIP section catch on to a drunken mistake were no longer invited into the cool kids club… We quickly realized how short term memory is affected when alcohol is consumed. But I still tell random people I’m Tito when i go out to the clubs, its fun. you should lie too.