Thursday, September 30, 2010

They ain't heard nothing yet

So CharlieGodammit's home and seriously fucked up. I mean it - he's laid out flat on his back in the middle of the living room floor, tongue hanging out, incoherent and urinating on himself.
Kinda sorta reminds me of myself on a good Saturday night.
The funny thing is that every great once in a while he'll wake up and try to lick and chew his stitches which causes me to yell "No! No Godammit, NO LICKEE DICKEE!!!" at the top of my lungs.
You got wonder what the new neighbors are thinking......