Man It Can Be Bad To Watch Everyone Eat Gyros

Steve is eating a gyro. Gotta say, looks pretty good. And I am not allowed to eat one. Not even if cooked in a kettle. Too much of a loophole. My o key is not working well. This bodes poorly for the man-future.

Everyone be judging me for drinking drinks consisting of one shot of vodka and one cup of hot lemon tea. But you know what? It tastes good. Good like a man. Oh yeah.

Steve gets his study on so hard. So hard.

Soon we will be store men. Going to the store to buy more kettle corn. I want to have like thirty bags of it. Maybe twenty bags. Today is a real day.

What is the optimal level of sustained drunkenness for this day? Obviously "scurred ass bitch ass" level would be amazing as a hat, but that usually only lasts for about half an hour before it degenerates into a) booting, b) pathetic sniveling, or c) I DON'T GIVE A FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK. So gotta be careful. Careful or you'll hurt yourself.

Kettle Status: Almost two bags of chips and corn, three cups of tea, three shots of Ketel One.
Mood: Insipid.
Song: Careful-Guster
Funk: Nope. I should probably get rid of this one. She's going to be busy until dinner.

Hoogity.