Wow. Can't remember the last time I felt this bad. I might go the Yail Bloor route for the next couple of weeks.

Awww...feel better.

so what did you do, and who was present?

I turned on ESPN for football, got some bullshit commentary, then they went to bull riding. I'm a couple pbr's and a handful of cracklin oat bran in.

This weekend has been a complete bust. Just like last weekend, just like next weekend.

At least you've got something to show for it.

Have another and think about what you just said, Stylin' Dave.

This has been a very super nice weekend for me. Though Dov didn't get me nearly drunk enough on Friday.

I think your problem is not drinking, it's your manhood.

Buck up little camper, and in the future say goodbye before you leave--I actually had a bunch of stuff to send home with you (podcast related)

So is Dumpjack still alive or have you got the body stashed in the trunk of your car?

Both are a little lacking, to be sure...

We had the dieing, so we just crawled outta bed and into the truck. I will say Dumpjack's mix went well with the ride.

drunkie.

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He was still alive when he and Derris took off earlier.

I'm surprised I don't feel worse this morning.

You fools. He'll never survive with Derris at the helm. He may as well have booked a flight straight to San Quentin.

I call dibs on his music collection.

Yeah, I hope those dudes don't feel like this. I can't keep anything down, not even Gatorade...openly threw up driving home, and have pretty much been taking a sip, and then vomiting in a cycle all morning.

And I can't sleep either...this is reminiscent of a few years ago, in terms of sheer fucking misery.

I am alive. At least the physical part of me is; I suspect the soul part may be irreparably damaged. I just rolled out of this fine hotel bed and I could of slept until tomorrow. Thank god Derris stopped for fast food on the way home. I think I'd be feeling even worse.

And yeah, Gar, I woke up to have a beer with you this morning and you up and rolled out the door, you fucker. I still had what was left of our beer, and lord, there ain't much left. I'm gonna have to hit the liquor store for some take-me-down wine.

For the record, Yail Bloor, Senator Loogar and Rick Derris are just the maniacs they appear to be. I'm glad I'm alive.

When I used to get drunk/hungover like this, I would take a shower and lay in bed all day. Put on a movie that requires absolutely no thought or attention and wait it out. I also used to do this after coke benders. Worked every time. You'll be fine by tomorrow morning.

Remember the magic of the Red Eye: half beer, half tomato juice. You won't wish you were dead until sometime next week.

No sales on Sunday, mate.

And red, I know it shall pass, I am just so out of practice it seems worse than it ever was..I just wish I could keep some fucking food down.

orange soda and a greasy cheeseburger work, too. orange crush is my savior.

GODDAMN IT.

My headache just returned with a vengeance. At least there's a bar around here that serves something.

Mine used to be soup and dr. pepper, but those ain't working, either.

I almost mentioned that to you this morning Dump, but decided not to break your spirit so early into the day...

Its the hotel bar for you my friend.

Alas, it looks like have to go down for a little pick-me-up before I hit Fogo de Chao.

mmmm... fogo de chao....

You fucker! I just puke up a whole glass of gatorade and have moved on to straight bile...

This fucking Chunky soup BBQ Burger commercial is not helping matters.