Two Words, HUNG OVER. I need to stop going to parties I don't host myself. Waking up with a splitting headache and your friend yelling at you for puking into his piano/refrigerator is not fun. He didn't even let me explain myself. He just kept telling me to give him back his pants and get out. Needless to say we're not on good terms anymore. I need to stop celebrating these made up holidays.
The worst part is that, like all hangovers, I have nothing but unanswered questions. Where are my keys? Do I really need to apologize to my friend for what Mr. Pabst BlueRibbon is truly responsible for? Why did I leave romantic messages on my own answering machine? How did I get mustard in my shoes?
I think I just need to clear my head....
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