we were drinkin' with ?. he drank a 5th of rubber. he told me that he loved me. and then he ?. ? heart ache. the chances of us winning are about 1 in 16. he talked about the old days. ? there are many. ? mother fuckers. and how it was totally fucked. we were drinkin' at the froggin' with 2000 dirty squatters. we didn't want to fght them, so instead they beat each other up. the squatters don't have money, but at least they don't have showers. so when they're drinking they don't piss. we didn't hink much of it. the moral of this story... don't use your better judgement. cause what good is an evening if you can't even remember just how it was totally fucked?