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"Drunk Lottery"
It started out on Saturday, once again I was walking around with my bag of beer drinking all my sorrows away. My boss is probably the worst guy you could ever meet in you’re life. Fat, rude, and smells like someone dumped a bucket of old spice on him, maybe that sounds nice to some of you sick ladies out there but you wouldn’t last one minute in a marriage with him, you’d be blowing up you’re wedding car with him in it if you wanted to. Personally, I would drown him in a tub of beer, leave him there for a couple of years, then export it to some exotic country like India, they could use the nutrients of all that fat. Anyways, I was done drinking in the streets and decided to wobble on home and perhaps hit some people along the way, when I found a lottery ticket on the ground. Me being drunk and not knowing right from wrong, I decided to pick it up and try my luck back at home. //Drunk Woman Sleeping In A Bar//. Photography. //Encyclopædia Britannica Image Quest.// Web. 26 Oct 2011. []

//Friends Celebrating At The Bar//. Photography. //Encyclopædia Britannica Image Quest.// Web. 26 Oct 2011. []

//MASKS OF COMEDY & TRAGEDY - In The Tradition Of Greek Drama.//. Fine Art. //Encyclopædia Britannica Image Quest.//Web. 26 Oct 2011. []

//Money Visitors Donated At The Massachusetts Museum Of Contemporary Art In North Adams//. Photography.//Encyclopædia Britannica Image Quest.// Web. 26 Oct 2011. []