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.