Sorry, dear Vaulties, but Yer Bunche was up until 5:30AM going beer-for-beer over a period of nearly nine hours with a cute pal who's a twenty-five-year-old 6'2" southern blonde of Norse descent. I have been a very good boy lately, so I'm too out of practice to keep up with a someone young enough to be my daughter. And the girl can drink, just like her rapin'-n-pillagin' ancestors.
I'm going to attempt eating something, pop a couple of Bayer aspirin, and then curl up in bed, likely to pass out while watching THE LAST LOVECRAFT: RELIC OF CTHULHU. I'm too old for this shit.
Oooog...
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Too old? To spend quality time partying with a gorgeous blonde amazon?
If I ever feel that old, please do me a favor and shoot me.
"Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen..."
I think you're forgiven.
And just so we're clear on this, Tower Two is like a little sister to me, so there was no drunken exploration of her statuesque flesh.
We're obviously not in Kentucky, then.
Best cure for a hangover: 3 or 4 large shots of cheap tequila. You'll be too busy booting to remember the headache!
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