how to kill a sunday afternoon.

Last night I was going to go to the big punk night at the Embassy with the Vapids and whatnot, but I was feeling terrible from the curry dinner I ate the day before, so I decided against going anywhere without a toilet I could comfortably sit on without worrying about catching aids.

So instead, Dave, Ryan and Cheri came over for some house-warming and we drank way too much booze and made each other pass out against my wall and video-taped it because we're tards.