Holy shit I'm back! / Lord of the Rings drinking game

Ok so things came up and I didn't really have time to post anything...I feel horrible about not entertaining you assholes, so sorry. I guess. Wait...why am I apologising?! Fuck you all, you don't matter anyway. I had exams and then I forgot about all of you. Well...there aren't enough of you to use the word 'all' but I appreciate the few of you basement dwellers that check in every now and then. Anyway, the reason I forgot about this blog was because I pretty much stopped drinking...yeah. I know, the end of the world is nigh. So basically my cirrhosis got worse for a time so I decided to cut drinking out. This blog did encourage my drinking habits so it wasn't so I guess I lied when I said I forgot about the blog. I cut the blog out. Though now I do have more control over everything and I did enjoy writing even if no one likes it or gives a shit. So here I am you little shits.

I've been thinking about some shit recently, especially since I just broke up with my girlfriend today. Or well let's be fair, she ended it. It's about the itch for the bottle I have right now. I mean who wouldn't love just forgetting everything and waking up in their own vomit! Fucking sounds like a dream to me. The advantage of smelling like vomit is that you don't have to worry about the people you hate coming near you... I guess the people you like won't come around either...but eh, you can't have your cake and eat it too. Fucking stupid expression but whatever, who would want a cake just to have and not for eating. It's like having a toilet and never vomiting in it...bloody useless. Anyways the point is if I drink too much shit gets worse and then I could, maybe, possibly, probably die. From what I hear you can't drink when you're dead. Yep, wouldn't be my blog without being morbid as fuck.

SO! The Lord of the Rings drinking game...fucking fantastic stuff. I've played it many times but there was this one time...that... Ok so I'd just come from Norway and I wanted to impress some people by being able to drink a lot. So basically what happened is that these assholes were taking sips when the rules we said we'd play by were shots every time we had to drink. In 30 minutes I went through a liter of rum.... Long story shot, my mate was asking me about the movie, I'm a LoTR fan, and I projectile vomited in his face from two meters away. It was fucking fantastic and everyone in school gave me high fives the day after. Apparently this was the 5th time he'd been vomited on...so really it's his fault. To top it all off I all but destroyed the rug and his VERY INDIAN mother came home to see me hunched over the toilet with the bathroom covered in vomit. Nothing against Indians but they can be strict a lot of the time and have problems with people drinking at all.... And then my VERY ARABIC father came over in the middle of the night to come pick his idiot son up.... So you know...a great night hahaha

I think I'm just going to keep it short tonight, not really feeling it but I promise I will be back with more horrible grammar and shitty stories.

-Bassam