We’ll start this off with a quick preface. Thursday night is trivia night at the local ale house. 8:00pm, sit down with the team, order a pitcher of Yuengling and have fun. We usually go through 2 pitchers during the game (drinking is encouraged). Well, after trivia, the same ale house hosts beer pong. Good news: my teammate and I are actually pretty good at beer pong which means we don’t pay for beer. Bad news: we are just good enough to barely win, meaning we drink nearly every little cup of the shitty American swill we call Bud. Yes, I’m American and I hate Bud. Ironic though that, as I type this, I’m wearing a Budweiser shirt. What’s that? You want more irony? I won the shirt playing beer pong.
So now I’m at work. My brain is on autopilot. I can walk, type, answer phones and flirt with the girls up front. Anything further requires special attention (like finishing that last sentence). I feel like my eyes are moving in opposite directions. I seem to only be able to control one while the other drifts off. No headache, pain requires too much processing power. My attention span is about…um…[reads previous paragraph]…2 seconds. Oh, my birthday is Saturday, so I’ll be quite familiar with this feeling all weekend. I’m jonesin’ Clamato.
So any dopers who had a bit too much to drink last night post here. If you’re at work, the typing will make it appear as if you’re doing something. If you’re at home (lucky bastard), do me a favor and don’t tell us how comfy the couch is or how you slept til 12:00pm.
Any spelling or grammar mistakes are a result of the hangover. Oh, and if you don’t find this post interesting, blame that on the hangover, too.