This past sunday Seabird and I took a trip to Qualcomm to see the Chargers play the Cowboys. They lost, those bastards, but we got super wasted in the process, and took vodka shots when we got back. I guess we kept trying to remember "To sleeping triple, seeing double, and being single" but we couldnt get it right, and had to take a shot every time we got kinda close. Things get blurry after that, but I guess I made out with Tim's lion and told him if he was lucky it would be him someday. Some people say i'm a weekend alcoholic, i call it a weekend fling with a close friend
