I was so schwacked last weekend all because of the alcohol intake courtesy of the birthday party of Jo. Ever seen yourself so fucked up, you just wanna throw yourself up in a plastic bag? No exaggeration, but damn...I was cursing the makers of Tequila and red horse that night.
25 is indeed a number to celebrate....start of a new chapter, new responsibilities, new challenges...shocks....in short quarter of a century would mean start moving on....AAArrggghhhhhhh!!!!!! The sole purpose of drinking so much, so as to enjoy practically half of life and after all the hang-overs, start the other half seriously if you want to go somewhere and be someone...
Let's drink to that Jo, happy birthday!