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From the trajectory of the puke, I must have fallen off the top bunk while trying to vomit, due to the dented bucket, ruined carpet, and bruised dignity I now own.
I have no idea what happened after 2 AM. I woke up on my bike, in my bed, with a deep thigh bruise.
In my junk email folder, there are literally 67 messages from Alcoholics Anonymous. What..the fuck.
I just learned you can mail a coconut. I'll be over in 3 days with the rum.
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