Terrence! Answer Your Celluar Phone!

How the hell do you delete these things? That was not me last night. Someone must have broken into my account again. I must have left my blog on and Hank wrote on it playing a prank on me. I don't ever get that drunk so I'm pretty sure he put some vicadin in my beer or something. And I'm not sure why my shirt is ripped down the middle but this is my favorite Big Johnson t-shirt and I am fucking pissed off. My head feels like someone bashed it in with a hammer and this place smells like someone farted in the bathtub. I wish it wasn't so goddamn hot and bright outside I would get out of here but It's too fucking annoying. GOD I HATE EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW!!! TERRENCE GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND SHOW ME HOW TO DELETE THAT STUPID POST BECAUSE I DIDN'T TYPE THAT!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU WANDA!!