I think I screwed her, and then I seem to remember screwing somebody else. I don't remember puking, but I had the shit all over my fucking fur when I came to and pulled myself out of that dumpster, so I guess I did. Unless that puke was somebody else's. Fuck.
I remember smoking a joint with Frankenstein and something that looked a little like an extra gay Mickey Mouse, and I think I fucked them both too. Not real sure about that shit though. There was something about a big freaky ass bird that ate circus animals and shit in people'shurricanes, but that might have just been the acid. Only about seven people got shot at the parades this year, so I must have passed out early. If anyone knows anything about what else I might have done between Tuesday and now DON'T FUCKING TELL ME! I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO KNOW!!!!!