The years have not been good to me. My hair is thinning, my eyesight failing. I find it harder to get up in the mornings and my fragile frame is wracked with painful spasms. My friends have left me and my family have disowned me. Even my dog growls when I try to get up from the sofa.
Make mine a large one.
If you have never woken up on the floor of an apartment you don't recognise, unaware of how you got there, covered with your own urine and vomit, stop reading this immediately and head directly to the pub.
posted by Rolf @ 10:41 AM
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