Maybe plain text will be able to navigate the weirdness that is
wordpress mail posting.

Hopefully this will work via my phone as well.

-Out
Don’t Touch The Bubble

At last I stand alone, cloaked in blood and honor.

See the thing is, It’s not my fault that i got drunk.

Im pretty freaking sure, that those beers where poisoned, because i remember distinctly being able to drink alot more than that, and to being able to get up the next morning and start drinking again. I also remember, remembering the whole night. Because while i know, Fnaah and Heb(psst Heb we have to think of a cool online name for you) gave me a lift home + puppy i dont remember asking her too or even if i did ask, all i know is that i woke up in pool of pain, as my brain tried (somewhat cunningly) to escape out my ears, when the dull roaring pain subsided i find that im left with memories of saying things that i would never say, so in the end. Poison!

 See makes perfect sense