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.