Hangover?

What the hell just happened?

I feel like some one crushed me with a two ton weight. I feel like death.

It sure seemed like we were gonna get all "giddyup" in Abbey's caboose... but DAMN!

Next time Mar makes the "slitting throat" gesture, I'll remember this day and think twice before rushing in on the attack. Now that I think about it... maybe he was making that gesture to let me know what would happen if I actually attacked Abbey.... hmmm.

either way, my head has never hurt so bad...

Busted...

I've been called out on the carpet... I suppose it was only a matter of time before people found my little corner of the blogosphere... man, you spend a week on the tart and all hell breaks loose...

You know, I'm not sure what I think about this greyhelm place. I wake up in the middle of this huge banquet hall, and I am STARVING. I guess when you sleep for a couple days in the cart, you're bound to work up an appetite. So anyways, I wake up and I'm thinkin' to myself "it's about damn time we found some decent food to eat!" I figured the others had already eaten their share, cuz they were off in the corner getting blowjobs from some wicked hot lady on a throne... that's when it happens... I realize that I am not eating the mutton sandwich I thought I was... I don't really want to talk about it very much... let's just say I threw up a whole bunch and realized I wasn't at a big banquet and the boys weren't getting any favors from a hot chick. It took me a little while to recover from that. Now we are headed upstairs... It looks like we are going to hit some SERIOUS shit up there. I think I need to get some new gear. I love the cleaver and all, but the other guys do more damage than I do... note to self:

Save up for a new badass weapon.