Birthday!

I'm 21 now, bitches! The question is, what kind of drunk will I be? Dave Codrea break-sliding-doors-with-bricks drunk? Jack Gaynor punch-walls-and-blame-it-on-Scruffy drunk? Premie evasive maneuvers drunk? Boshanks laugh-at-everything-and-be-generally-goofy drunk? Sean McComb blog like a champion drunk? Only time will tell. But for now, I'm legal.

I'm going on record right now, saying that beer is gross and I do not intend to drink it regularly ever. Beer is, of course, the nectar of the nitwit. Also, keep in mind that if it's not Slavic, it's not vodka, so don't put it anywhere near me. Давай выпьем!!