Hey, Soul Schlusta

Hey, soul schlusta, let's go to the U-sta. Ustore. All I do is win, win win n matter what, got money on my mind it's so annoying that my o key is barely working. We brawlers have been joined by D-FLetch and pmr knutson, both presidents of the princeton mothalickin charter club. CJ! Hey CJ! How are you> She sayus she is awesome now. What a sweet lass.

K WEeks is here she is doing a thing. That's good. I want to J with her.

J. J. J.

J. J. Redick. What's for dinner tnight? Well, nothing for me, just more and more and more jketltel corn. I'm getting bored right nw with only seven drinks. Time for an eighth. Shot! Shoot ! Shot time.

Oh. Oh now. This is so wonderful. The wonderful Michelle Luo, as she seems to want to be described, has provided me with a kettle. A kettle! Oh yeah. Oh. Yeah. And since I told Sarah earlier that anything provided to me related to a kettle or in a kettle I would have to eat or otherwise do some action related to...this could mean something bizarre. I really don't know. But I'm glad I have a kettle. I'm going to carry it around all the time now. All the time. My kettle.

JOse: "Fuckin' radishes."

Now I'm really going to do the shot. Ah Ketel One. It is delicious and smooth, and it fucking better be because it coset me so much god damn money. LIke all the money. All the moneys. Man.

Sarah says I only have had seven and a half because she had half of my tea-vodka before. you know what? If you nitpick, then I'll take you up on that. Half a shot coming right up. I need to go get another cup of tea. Be right the fuck back doggs.

Mood: A little bit tipsy, a little bit flipsy dropsy woopsy.
Song: Immigrant Song- Led Zeppelin
Quote: "Fuckin' Ice Climbers"- Jose Ulises Mena
McGude? Yes.
All. Day.
Kettle Status: Some. Eight shots. Do a thing you fucks.

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