I don't blame those skanks one fucking bit. I've got a hangover the size of Rhode Island and I had to resort to the "hair of the dog" solution--I could down 17 grilled cheese sandwiches right now without taking a breath. Worst of all I can't get the fucking Bears game on Fox because some snivelling prick decided I'd rather watch the Firewaterdrinkers at Philly. I arrived at the world's most politically correct party last night and had to defend myself drunk when I said I thought
The Sopranos was a cool show. Think how much fun that is when 347-year-old Dick Clark is blathering in the background about how much fun it is to stand outside in the freezing cold in Times Square with your fellow citiziens pissing on your shoes as a fond "Welcome to the New Year" present.