Wednesday, September 16, 2009

An Epic Win.

The rest of the night was a blur. I woke up in a posh suite with a bevvy of tiny, lithe bodies surrounding me. I threw out all but the nearest two:

Borrowing from a tip I had learned from a master of ‘standing-up’ on ‘The Comedy Central,‘ I attempted to soothe my hangover with the only method of which I was aware:

I believe my alcoholism is firmly diagnosable at this point, as I began to hallucinate.

Really? The namesake of my website?

Surely, I was either either on the brink of death or insanity, merely waxing self-aggrandized about my blog… What would I see next?

Oh Christ…

At least things couldn’t really get much weirder, considering all I’d seen in the past few months. I settled down to an evening of amateur stage performances…

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

What have I done?

Posted by Pooptoad on 09/16 at 11:02 PM
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