LET me telllllll you about Yukon-muthafuckin-JACK.

LET me telllllll you about Yukon-muthafuckin-JACK. Now i guess me and my friend was tryna get it out to this club, but it's been snowing SUPER bad....roads are icy, but we're determined to do SOMETHIN...my roomate's friends come up from cheney so i let the men take over the place, i packed a bag cooked them food and shook the spot. I had a fresh bottle of Yukon Jack, it's this canadian best kept secret type alcohol and SHIT its good. It's a 100 proof 50% alcohol caramel colors substance strong as 151, sweeter than Southern comfort and it goes dont pretty smooth if you know what to expect or you expect too much. so we pre funk at the homies house....note to readers key+alcohol[yukon jack especially]=Ooo Wee all bad. How bad...lets just say i threw up 4 times, cellphone's dead so im phoneless, i thought i lost my purse and keys for a total of 3 hours so i was at my homegirls all night, i ended up sleepin in her roommate/my ex bestest friends room and being sick for half the day and only able to suck on ices lmao.
They said i was in the car, wilin out...they said that we did actually get out there to the club...honestly i hardly remember shit. i remember everything up until we left this one chicks house...then i woke up with gum all over my hands so my fingers where stuck together...i hella didn't know where i was for like 15 seconds...and i started drooling...like uncontrollably which meant i had a good 45 seconds to run to the nearest trash can....i threw up til i had tears in my eyes...Ooo Wee
LET me tellll you about Yukon-Muthafuckin-Jack. i do THEE dumbest shit when im drunk and say the dumbest things...i mean i guess i was in the car saying shit i rather not repeat but it was hella not true lmao. i hate hearing about myself in the morning.
So i found my keys and my purse and i get all the way home thinking that i cant WAIT to charge my phone, DEFINITELY not in a hurry to read and see the damage of the texts sent out by my drunken compadre and i, but shit just so i can call my cuddie and my brother, i check in with them every sunday...and i get home and my charger is NOWHERE to be found....now 24hrs later i must admit i still feel like shit, i did drink like half a bottle of 100 proof like an idiot...but i feel like SHIT! lmao. and like im so drained, i dont wanna search and i dont wanna think about the last place i had it either!
The LAST sure memory i remember is giving Kimosobi some pound....and that was at like 12 somethin. 12 somethin to about 9-10 in the morning is lost history i dont care too much about loosing.

I hella dont know how im alive right now...or how my insides look, i'm definitely not an organ donor. like man im in NO hurry to twist caps for a minute!!! i need like a month to fully recover.

sorry to all the people my compadre and i text....ya'll were pretty baffled prolly but man...i personally sent out explainations to people that needed to know what was up...to the rest of the world. Oooo Wee, yukon-muthafuckin-JACK!