Look...I drink and I like to do it often and in the presence of girls. When this combination happens interesting things usually happen to me. And I love Destructoid, it's a great community of mostly non douchebags. So, in thinking about that fact that I rarely, if ever, blog about anything I'm just blog about whatever the fuck I want, whether or not you guys like it or not. Since Niero has given me this power, I feel the need to abuse it with drunken ramblings and complete and utter falsehoods about how cool I am. Cuz internet rep is very important and all right? So see if you can detect the lies and the truth.

Thursday night I went to a concert where a little known band called Saliva came to play along with 12 Stones and our local favorite metal band, Wake the Light. I spent $15 to get in and waited 20 minutes everytime to get a cup of warm, flat beer but what did I care, I just chugged it and poured the rest on the girl in the white shirt standing next to me in the mosh pit, for which I was quickly and promptly slapped by her lesbian lover. He knew lesbians liked metal? And no, I had no pictures that evening as they were very promptly throwing people out the door with cameras. The band did like my D-toid shirt though and invited me back to the VIP area where they showed me the different things you can do with a shot glass and a female body.

Friday night was a great time with my boys of the FNF while I consumed a 12 pack of beer and showed the peoples of this good site that I do, in fact, own teh Haloz as some people say. I did see with my own eyes, the name of BuckF1tches join our 16 man room of Ninjaball and heard Mr. NSFW himself, Ron Workman join us and call us all pussies and dirty bastards for not driving up to Joe's house for a party. Thanks for the invite first, Ron. Not like I knew anything about it before hand and planned a six hour drive up to Cinci. Oh well, catch you next time. The next part of my night, which started around 11, involved some real drinking at a Player's Party at this little mexican restaurant/bar where I met some of the most inept bartenders. That stupid LIT at the end still gives me shudders of how badly mixed it was and my stomach recoils at the thought. But I did find some entertainment there sitting on my stool watching the brawl that inevitably starts when you put 40 drunk black guys in a room(sorry for the stereotype, but oh well. I call them like I see them). Good way to cap off a drunken evening.

Saturday was just a fucking lazy day all around. Played some video games and finally had enough time to finish Halo. Now that the campaign is done, it's time to get those achievements and Forge up some cool map mods. That night I organized a Lan part for Halo 3 at my fraternity house and played there for four hours, drinking beers with the fellas and once again headed for a party with free hunch punch that was severly lacking in the punch department and I didn't see anyone giving out free hunches so I think it was false advertisement. Oh well.

Sunday started wonderful and ended great as well as my Green Bay Packers rocked the faces off of the Vikings and #4 became undoubtedly the greatest QB to ever play the game. Suck it Bears, we coming for you next!!!

As you can tell my weekend was chock full of awesome sauce and drunk jam, so until next weekend, which is homecoming for my college, this is Big Popa signing off.