so if i can't post pictures to my yahoo photo album because it's being an ass, i'll post more drunken scribbles. because dammit, they're funny.



pretty early on, a member of the drink police arrived to inform me of the following:

"hey now. you won't be able to draw good and proper til you've had another. how bout you put your jammies on in case you fall asleep?"



a drink later, the hall monitor arrived to tell me that 10 proof liquor is where it's at, and to throw up on himself. and in the corner there, that's me in my viking helmet drinking a beer.



about 20 minutes before falling asleep, just after the take the glasses off and draw-ness happened, i saw a commercial for Bad Santa. and these were my thoughts on it. Bad Santa's gay and ioadrhweosruk;zfhdkufsuisfoidhfohsduifidugfldgf
hfdbfkjdbfjkhxduifsugshduklfrhsuifysdefsjfdifjhl;duifhilxuhnvdhl;uifhsdi;u.gfi;sdgvfuidbgvfhxdulgfzxduvfixdgfldguifvgduigfilg(cue snoring)

also of minor interest, phase 2 of the bake stone experiment was to make cookies on it, in the same places that the fish was last night. and the cookies don't taste like fish. so they can keep my money, i guess.