the really drunk hangover episode
Day 824, 05:02
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by Gessho
Hello, and welcome back to "late night with gessho".
Tonight is our really drunk hangover episode. I went out drinking last night with some coworkers. We were looking to check out some Japanese strange:
they actually dress like this.
We started out with sake:
We moved to tequila shots:
We progressed to beers:
.... Until finally, I put on a clown suit (for some reason) and vomited rainbows of joy and happiness:
this really happened.
All of this, of course, led to me getting home very late. My buddy had to sleep on my couch, because he lives on the other side of town. I think, in the middle of the night, he destroyed my little Pachira Aquatica banzai. I have no proof, but the tree is right by the couch where he slept, and many branches were broken off. I found him this morning, splayed out across my floor, claiming to be of Thai descent.
Also, I had to return to the vomiting of rainbows for the rest of the morning:
Needless to say, my wife was ANGRY. That's cruise-control-for-cool ANGRY. Apparently, I was supposed to attend some birthday party for one of her friend's kids, which would have been boring and asinine on a Sunday anyway, but would have been a nightmare while vomiting rainbows and sweating tequila. Better to wrap myself in a robe and divide my time between eRep, /b/, vomiting and random shemale fanfic--amirite?
This ran counter to her thesis, I'm afraid. So she pulled a gun on me.
yeah, that's her.
She gave me four options:
1. Apologize
2. Attend the birthday party
3. ? ? ? ? ? ?
4. PROFIT!
So, long story short, I ended up sleeping off an epic hangover all day with the Olympics playing in the background while she went out and got me pizza. That's what happens when you control the checkbook around here, fellas--you get your way.
So, thanks for tuning into this episode. It's been great, and I'm actually feeling almost Ferris Buehler-better. Feel free to donate any extra gold or dollars to the get-well fund at Gesshorium. Check us out again next time, when I'll be describing to you all of my adventures as an undercover Dutch milkmaid, and why exactly it is that they wear those wooden clogs.
(they got some gnarly feet, man.)
Tonight is our really drunk hangover episode. I went out drinking last night with some coworkers. We were looking to check out some Japanese strange:
they actually dress like this.
We started out with sake:
We moved to tequila shots:
We progressed to beers:
.... Until finally, I put on a clown suit (for some reason) and vomited rainbows of joy and happiness:
this really happened.
All of this, of course, led to me getting home very late. My buddy had to sleep on my couch, because he lives on the other side of town. I think, in the middle of the night, he destroyed my little Pachira Aquatica banzai. I have no proof, but the tree is right by the couch where he slept, and many branches were broken off. I found him this morning, splayed out across my floor, claiming to be of Thai descent.
Also, I had to return to the vomiting of rainbows for the rest of the morning:
Needless to say, my wife was ANGRY. That's cruise-control-for-cool ANGRY. Apparently, I was supposed to attend some birthday party for one of her friend's kids, which would have been boring and asinine on a Sunday anyway, but would have been a nightmare while vomiting rainbows and sweating tequila. Better to wrap myself in a robe and divide my time between eRep, /b/, vomiting and random shemale fanfic--amirite?
This ran counter to her thesis, I'm afraid. So she pulled a gun on me.
yeah, that's her.
She gave me four options:
1. Apologize
2. Attend the birthday party
3. ? ? ? ? ? ?
4. PROFIT!
So, long story short, I ended up sleeping off an epic hangover all day with the Olympics playing in the background while she went out and got me pizza. That's what happens when you control the checkbook around here, fellas--you get your way.
So, thanks for tuning into this episode. It's been great, and I'm actually feeling almost Ferris Buehler-better. Feel free to donate any extra gold or dollars to the get-well fund at Gesshorium. Check us out again next time, when I'll be describing to you all of my adventures as an undercover Dutch milkmaid, and why exactly it is that they wear those wooden clogs.
(they got some gnarly feet, man.)
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