This reminds me of a story I saw probably years ago about a man or woman that was over 100 years old and they said the secret is that they eat bacon everyday.
Last time I drank it, I woke up on a roof. Didn't really seem to bode well for my longevity.
We need Paul Harvey to give us "the rest of the story".
The story's around here somewhere. But it was a girl's beach weekend and the smoking area at the place we were staying was up a flight of stairs to the covering of the patio area below, hence "roof". Someone brought Fireball and I thought it'd be a good idea to drink a lot of it. Later that night, I had gotten separated and went to look for everybody thinking they might be hanging out smoking on the roof. They were not. I sat down on one of the chairs up there. The next thing I remember is the sunrise and I'm still in the chair. It was not one of my finer moments.
If you weren't already pulling against the Vikings, then you must be visiting from a different fanbase.
This is a joke, but it has been a dream of mine to get messed up on something and wake up on a roof, & all because of Dude, Where's My Car?
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