whodatfever
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After the parade yesterday I was recklessly overserved at a local pub and now am having the worst day of my life. The smallest movement produces copious amounts of torrential sweat, my contacts are fused to my eyeballs and there is a man in my head rhythmically walloping my brain with a sledgehammer. My body has been liberated of all moisture and my tongue must have spent some time in an ashtray. My breath suggests that I have been sucking farts out of rat bottoms and the dogs refuse to come near me. I've contacted Leitz-Eagan and reserved Tuesday for myself. I wonder if anyone might have a suggestion as to how I might alleviate this condition.