Poached Eggs

So, I decided to embark on a drunken photographic trip last night at my friend's house where I photographed everything that looked interesting to me. Unfortunately, when you're drunk, everything is interesting, even not-so-interesting things such as generic Mountain Dew:



And just in case you're wondering, yes, it does taste almost identical to Mountain Dew!

Or how about this shot of a fucking chandalier:



In any case, it was just me and Sue [wendy's mom] last night. We got some captain morgan, and mixed it with fruit punch. I soaked in so much alchohol in such a short period, that I was completely messed up by the time American Idol started. Keep in mind that even though I do have the Irish bloodline, I do very little drinking.

I was loud, and found it extremely difficult to manage my thoughts in a normal way, resulting in me forgetting what the fuck I was talking about half way through a conversation.



So, anyways...after yelling at the judges of American Idol for being completely WRONG about Kathrine, my vicious hunger began to take over.



Just then, I noticed something cooking.





Ravashed, I spread the eggs on this:



Finally, after filling my gullet, clogging my veins, and putting my liver into overtime, I retired to bed for the night, where I got to sleep with this:



Oh well. At least somebody wants to sleep with me! Haha!