Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Please kill me

After a bout of whiskey drinking last night that can only be described as "heroic", I'm now dwelling in the inevitable afterglow of such inspired misdeeds. In other words, I'm hungover as hell and generally feeling like a zombie. Can someone explain this to me: I actually got to work a whole half hour early today.

Btw, has anyone seen my liver?

4 Comments:

Blogger monkeyboy said...

I might be the only one that understands this, but here goes...

--BEGIN TRIBUTE TO KING MISSLE--
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover, and my liver was missing again. This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

"...Detachable liver...."
This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think its gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I dont need it.
"...Detachable liver..."
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I cant for the life of me remember what I did with it.
...
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable liver.

Wed Jul 05, 01:04:00 PM PDT  
Blogger h.Lo said...

LOL - have you recovered? Did you spend the entire holiday torturing yourself in this way? Sounds like good fun to me. ;)

Thu Jul 06, 04:29:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Chico said...

I was fine by the time work got out. For some reason I just had the biggest urge to just get blind drunk on the 4th. Hadn't felt that for a very long time. It's best summed up in the phrase: "It's motherfucking booze time!" Yeah, that was about it.

Fri Jul 07, 03:09:00 PM PDT  
Blogger h.Lo said...

Methinks I killed my liver last night. Wouldn't call it heroic, though. Blurgh.

Sat Jul 08, 09:56:00 AM PDT  

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