Sunday, September 21, 2003
Aftermath
We have survived massive hangovers. My hopes and dreams of a gold tooth were dashed by the cruel twist of fate and a less than satisfactory diagnosis by the dentist. As a consolation prize my eyebrow is now pierced, more cranium accessories as Mitch Hedberg would say. Somewhere along the line I decided it would be a good idea to do a whole bunch of nitrous oxide, the validity of that theory is still up for debate. And so it ends, I'm 32. Yippee Skippy.
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