When you wake up in the morning, hungover as f*ck, feeling like hell, and not even Chipotle can make it better. You probably had 10 shots, 3 long islands, 2
beer bongs, a Miller Lite you found on the sidewalk, an original Four Loko you've had stashed in your closet since College, a red
bull, a tray of motzerella sticks, an entire large pizza that you dropped cheese-side down on your floor with ranch that's been sitting out since last week, and a few of those stray Jell-O shots that are in the drawer in your
fridge that everyone always forgets about. You are a deluxe poop
sandwich with a side of fries, my friend.
