Hangovers hurt more than they used to.
I started the day by pulling myself up off the bathroom floor and finishing what beer I had in the house. When I could focus my eyes I fed my dog chopper and asked him if he knew where my clothes could be found. I never get a straight answer from him but he always shares his kibble with me. So after resting my head against the wonderfully cool toilet bowl to ease the pain in my head, I washed something that looked like bacon out of my beard, did 400 push ups, put out a house fire, rescued a virgin and stepped on a spider. (these things took all day)
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dirtywaters) wrote,
drunk
