Touch Up

I got a tattoo a few weeks back. I love it, I really do. Although, I was really drunk when I got it and I don't remember if it hurt or not. It has been about a month and it is about time for a touch up. So, I made myself an appointment...but I also planned on going to the bar before my appointment, because the thought of it just makes me want to throw-up.

So, here I am. Sitting at the bar. I had approximately 6 beers and 4 shots in a span of about 15 minutes...and not to mention a to-go cup in my car ready to take with me to the tattoo shop. I stumbled over to the shop and sat in the chair...AND HE COULDN'T EVEN DO THE TOUCH UP!!! It hasn't healed all the way yet. What? I have to get drunk in 15 minutes again???

HELLLOO!!!!

I have missed this blog like a martini misses olives, like tequila misses a lime, like whiskey misses coke, like I am missing a beer right now! And good GOD that's a lot!

I am glad to be back, boy do I have some stories for you!

Sweet God it's almost Friday

Muffin: "Where Are You?"

Me: "At the intersection of I-15 and the doorway to Hell. So, like 5 minutes away."

Muffin: "Ok... I might shoot myself before then."

Bring on the weekend, bitches!

This Friday night Muffin and I are going bar hopping. First of all, it's my friend's b-day week (he just turned 21) so we need to let him experience what a shitshow public intoxication is. Drinking with Muffin is pretty fucking fun every time and I'm excited. Also, drinking is fun. In general.

That being said, I'm not sure how much motivation I'm going to have for the next 2 days.

Shit here we go again...

Muffin and I were just chillin' here at the office and decided we really need to make an effort on this blog. We fucking rocked and were/are hilarious. Amen.

-Punkin