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Thursday, January 21   >>

I WENT TO SEE AS TALL AS LIONS LAST NIGHT AND ALL I GOT WAS A FUCKING BLACK EYE

Seriously, some asshole without an ounce of integrity tried to severely kick the shit out of me last night, but only succeeded in giving me a shiner. Several hours, police cars, and a paramedic or two later I was sent home wondering how the fuck this happened.

And then it hit me (oh, puns!)

I am really not going to hang around a bunch of drunken assholes ever again. The moment someone says, "LEZ GIT DRUUUUNNNK" I'm just going to bow out. Some people cannot control their liquor and, when it steps over the line like it did last night, I refuse to be around these losers for the rest of my fucking life.

When I tell The Sister this, she will probably jokingly allude to Rihanna. And that's cool. Because we can laugh about it now, reflect on idiots of the past, and move on with our beaming fucking futures full of integrity.

Doesn't anyone remember integrity anymore?