i am not drunk enough for this shit bro.
Today marks the 25th anniversary of the death of my favorite bully in middle school Michael Michigan, who died of Deep Vein Thrombosis while in the middle of giving me one of his iconic Wet Willy Wedgie in the middle of freaking gym class.
Fuck dude, it hurts, he used to tell me “HEY YOU LITTLE TWERP! GIMMIE YOUR LUNCH MONEY!” And “FUCK YOU” i miss him so much. The day he died i was just inconsolable, so in order to calm myself i went into my local retirement facility and hid in a bush, then i began screaming in vietnamese at the elders in order to trigger flashbacks. Then i shot at them with my ak-47 in order to avenge my people and to glorify the future of a communist Vietnam.
ALL HAIL HO CHI MINH!