My wife and I hosted a party at our home so since I didn't have to drive, I decided to find my way to the bottom of a fifth of Bacardi Light rum; I never made it but I did show up to work at 7 that next morning to a bunch of delinquent teenagers that could tell I was drunker than I cared to remember (I counsel teenagers for juvenile court) I got about 20 minutes worth of sleep and I remember staring at some ugly woman with the body of a goddess and the face of a mutilated wildebeast:apuke: and wondering how such a person exist
everything else is a painful blur.