Oh, man. I consumed alcohol last night in order to become intoxicated. I ate only tacos. I drank only more alcohol. Then I awoke with a medical-grade hangover and shouted into Spencer’s toilet. The toilet was unmoved. It has seen worse things than that. I remain deeply affected, however, and there is no Combat! blog today, because I am a drunkard. It turns out rarely drinking and doing hot yoga for a year leaves you woefully underprepared for LA Thanksgiving. While I spend my day in 72-degree convalescence, how about you watch this comeuppance?
We all get what we deserve.