Cock.

I forgot the password to my Adsense account which sucks balls. I'm not going to be rich now. Anyway, I give up on that s***, I'll just watch Arien never get his money.
Ah, I'm listening to Andrews podcast, it's good and all but it's making doing this is really hard to do, I keep on getting the Premiership stuck in my head so I'll listen to it after. Sorry Andrew, goodbye.
Well, I went to a party yesterday, made a fool out of myself more than anyone else and came home half naked ... as you do.
I was told I have to write a blog on this party, but now it comes to it, it's actually quite hard. Firstly, I don't remember any of it. And secondly, we didn't actually do all that much apart from stand there and talk alot.
Well, that is considering you wern't kicking me in some way.
I've decided that being drunk doesn't suit me, I think I spent most of the evening saying that Jack Fitzpatrick was in the IRA, and that's not good. And I came home with ruined loins aswell, and too many cuts to make living worthwile.
I didn't get a hangover though, and considering that I was the most drunken there I have a certain smugness about me from that, and would like to laugh at you if you've got one. I actually woke up and thought; "Why is my hangover in my testicles...? That's not meant to happen is it...?"
I then recieved a lecture on how I've got to buy a new shirt and how alcohol is bad for my liver or something.
Oh well, this is too short, but I can't be bothered to add to it.