Timmy's home.

Well, Timmy made it back where he belongs in the city of drive-thru daiquiri's, go cups, and drinking problems that we do not acknowledge.

To welcome him home, Brandy made his door all pretty.


I got booze, cheese, fruit, two-bite brownies, etc.



Then we drank all this shit and more.



I would give you all a play by play but it's all so damn blurry. I've almost made it to the end of week one. I can assure you how it'll end.




See you in rehab, Mrs. Winehouse!