When you finally go to bed after a 48-hour Vegas coke, booze and hooker binge and you lay on your back in the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, arms tight to your sides, losing your shit, questioning your decision-making ability and praying you'll survive.
During breakfast at the Bellagio: "How'd you sleep last night? Do a little one-man luge in your hotel room?"
by Toastwaver July 13, 2016
Get the one-man lugemug.