So Jesus never showed up this weekend in Watertown, SD. That's ok though. I got really drunk with my wife's cousins and aunts. Her cousin Molly, who lives in Minneapolis, is a blast to hang with. We often hang out with her. Anyway, one of her cousins had a suite at the motel Ramkota (I think it's Ramada and Dakota joined together. It's fun if you say it in a voice like Johnny Cash.) So we hung out there and did vodka shots and drank beers. There was a lot of booze. Most of us stayed up until 4am. Eventually we went out into the parking lot to smoke in her aunt's car, because there was no smoking in the hotel. Keep in mind it's like 30 degrees out and I'm wearing these UofM gym shorts. All I remember is making up country/western songs about model A cars, jars of beer, rocket ships, and toddlers. Something along the lines of *I'm driving my model A car drinking jars of beer, drinking jars of beer, driving my model A car on a rocketship driven by a toddler* And other variations. It's from a skit I saw on a recent Saturday Night Live.

I've been hurting all day today. Suffering from ALS, Alcohol Related Slowness. Anyway, I had a good time. Her aunts and cousins are fun to party with. I don't know what I was pissing and moaning about. Maybe I'm turning emo! XD  Ahhhhh.

What if instead of a zombie outbreak there was an emo outbreak and everyone turned into emos? The streets would run red and black with blood and mascera. Not too big of a threat, because the emo zombies would all be occupied cutting themselves and shopping for tight pants.

I got a model A car....powered by jars of beer...being driven by a toddler...who rides rocketships.

I need to go back to sleep. My brain hurts.

Cheers!

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