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Hello, and welcome to the Funken Drunker Experience. I wanted to call this 'The Trainwreck That is My Life', but I ran out of capitals. oh well. I should warn you now, I only intend to post my drunken/bizzaked ramlings, and yes, the fact I wrote that makes it way lame. and I'm probably way too old to be (talking) like that.

I know this.

Lamer yet.

I crack me up.

still here?

damn...

ok....

I suppose some background is in order-I'm a single male, functional acoholic, 30ish recent yankee transplant to the bible belt(south-central US.)


I bought a frozen pizza and some beer the other day at the local supermarket and here is the conversation I had:

female clerk:I've never tried this brand of frozen pizza before

me: (mumbles something about cost/value)

do I invite her over for beer and pizza (did I mention this is a college town)?

NO

my dumb ass gives a lesson in economics.

does my dumb ass know a flying fuck about economics?

NO, it seems to be unneccicarily complicated on purpose, butwhat the fuck do I know?

Is this a good example of my ineptitude with women?

yes

did I butcher the hell out of that word?

oh hell yeah-it's so ugly I almost want use a dictionary

damn, funken, you drunk?

hwo, me?

exctly.


peace, freaks,

FD