Dear Interwebs,
While having
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city_of_dis, icayrus, and porpentine_4 over for dinner and a hysterical game of Balderdash is a great idea, perhaps getting hammered by the end of the night isn't. Not when it's Sunday.Yes, the game became more and more funner with each drink, but when you get up in the morning and see the empty mango mezcal bottle, the empty 20-inch tall reisling bottle, the empty red wine bottle, the 3/4 empty bottle of Bushmill's, and the glasses with the remnants of white Russians in them...
Well, when you see those, it's okay, because that means you finally managed to get the fuck out of bed.
Love,
benjamin
