Or something like that. I always find the fallout from my drunken Facebook escapades to be best enjoyed with a hot cup of coffee. Last night’s was one of the best yet. I think I might have managed to piss off quite a bit of my extended family, which makes me wonder why I have so many family members, ex-lovers, hopeful future-lovers, and my friends all located in one place to witness my drunken transgressions.

My jackassery was only surpassed by a friend throwing up on the floor in the middle of the bar last night. She took a shot of Goldshlager (or something nearly as foul) and the results were about what I would have expected. Hilarious. I, myself, stuck to Flying Dog Woody Creek White Belgian Wit. Quite delicious.

Almost everything else was a blur. Oh glorious booze.

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1. Goodbye Facebook
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