Even My Bible Is Stolen
"Even my bible is stolen." -Thirstin Howl III
My bible, on the other hand, was given to me today by some nice looking, middle-aged white man. His speech was short simple and to the point: "Free bible. Free." So now I am the proud owner of a Gideons pocket bible, and the not so proud owner of a fierce hangover. The bible hasn’t been too helpful on that front, but perhaps my soul is on the short-list of the To Be Saved.
Why is it the older I get, the worse the hangovers are? I would think my body would be done learning how to deal with and process alcohol by now, as it has had ten (10, X) years of experience. Is it so insane to assume you can drink 2-40’s, 2-24’s and 2-12oz beers and wake up springtime fresh? I was done drinking by 1 and I even ate two egg rolls (yo, why I ever fronted on the hot sauce at Chinese food places is beyond me, that shit is hot. Collective groan. You don’t like, you don’t buy.) and when you do the math, you see that I really only drank 13 or so beers. Whats up liver and kidneys??
In completely unrelated news, this is funny.
1: go to www.google.com
2: type in "failure" with no quotes.
3: hit the "I’m feeling lucky" button.
