I’m Paying for it Today

A good buddy got married and I couldn’t say no to the bar. I get home from that and continue that trend of celebration with Jon’s bottle of hangover juice. This came with the warning: THIS IS NOT SCOTCH, THIS IS HANGOVER JUICE.

Needless to say I was like “I’ve been drinking all weekend, I’ll be fine.”

OH NO WE ARE NOT FINE. WHY DIDN’T I LISTEN?

To add insult to injury, the cigar I was enjoying by the window rode the draft back in so now kelly says the place stinks (ideas?) and when I went to go to bed, I stepped in a delicious pile of cat puke.

Well, at least it’s just a rental.

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