Kyle volunteered for an MS walk this morning. He was quite possibly still drunk from the night before because I woke up with 24 texts, beginning at 6:00 a.m. Here they are, in succession.
6:05am: Volunteering at ms walk, and yes I'm still drunk off whiskey let's cure disease whoooooo
6:14am: This is your drunken volunteer play by play
6:19am: Currently in port o potty truck directing non English speaking man toward places to drop off port o potty
6:38am: Mass confusion pertaining to the diff between north and south river drive
6:55am: We have found first destination
6:55am: The smell is something to be desired
6:56am: Pretty sure I smell like whiskey, thus causing doubt as to the correctness of my decision making
6:59am: You know these things are more complicated than you would think
7:00am: I wonder if its possible for me to get fat
7:00am: Ok back on the portable human waste disposal train
7:02am: If I fart, will anyone be able to tell?
7:09am: Kyle has blown off directions and has started his own port o potty delivery methods
7:09am: I've gone rogue
7:10am: Jury still out regarding my intoxication level
7:11am: I will however be drinking after this to celebrate the fact I was up at 5 a.m.
7:12am: Hard hats aren't as comfortable as you would think
7:12am: Don't think port o potty man appreciated me trying on his hat
7:15am: All delivered, I'm a port o potty genius
7:19am: Why is this so complicated
7:21am: Mombo number five
7:22am: I smell like poop
7:48am: Original pancake house cooking us pancakes
7:49am: Why do they need us to taste test, shouldn't they be skilled pancake makers
8:56am: Yawn
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