Hic. Hic. Hic...

<<< Drunk's best friend.

Man, I was so pi$$ed drunk on Sat night, all I remembered was losing a round of cards, downing a glass of Malibu (21%, "tastes like cough mixture", as one of my friends would attest to), answering a phone call from a friend, and... waking up the next morning nursing a train-wreck of a hangover. Felt like someone tossed a couple hundred cluster bombs in my head.

Must've puked my guts out coz I got a bit of bruising on my chest... probably hit myself crawling to the toilet... not exactly the way I wanted to clear my stomach and give my liver a workout. Hee... oh well.