A little ride in the rain

You know me dog, I'm always about that party time. Well hear this y'all, I've already been partying everyday this week and this is about time that I got my medicine on to undo the damage that I've done.
You see I know something wrong when I get the horrible heartburn itch deep down in my stomach. I know that I've either drunk too much or eaten too much junk food because I was too lazy and out of it to actually make something for myself. I always know how to get the bestacid reflux relief because I went on that site I found, swing by it if you need that help too.

Now it's all about the detox and we're getting super fly with this stuff brothers, we're doing it to the max and we're not stopping until we're as healthy as an olympic athlete. I'm going to holla at you about my life and you're going to listen, so sit down get a cup of tea and listen good friends.. It was about 3am, I was stumbling out of this pool party and managed to make it to the beach before a wretched all over the sea front. This old man was eyeing me up so I confronted him and he soon changed his tune. You know how I do bro. Anyway later on while I'm sitting on this bench holding my stomach I reach out to him and ask him to get my some water, fast. He has a puzzled look on his face so I tell him that he better do it now or it's gonna go down. I reach into my wallet, pick out about one hundred one dollar bills and throw them at the old man, 'that enough for water, grandpa?' I shout at him. He obediently gets on his way and goes to find me water.. Well about 2 hours passed and this old fool hadn't come back and my heartburn was getting real bad son. I called up my friend Freddy and told him to get the car and come pick me up so we could go and get some medicine. He arrived 15 minutes later but he was so drunk it took us about 3 hours to make it to the pharmacy. I realised it had actually been right next to the party I had just left - how silly I had been.

The next party is on third and Westpoint and you know how they party, I better make sure I'm in the best shape of my life if I want to be crowned party king for the twenty second time running. I'm the king of the party and I always get my drink on when I'm sweet talking those ladies. They love it and so do I, but let's get back to the point.

If you're partying too hard like I do then you need to take a break once in a while and what better way to do that then going on a holiday? Take my lesson and learn it well my friend.