Noon
Well, I guess a couple beers won't hurt. After all, the game's on in an hour, and the gang's all here, why not cop a buzz? No more than two, though. Got a whole twelve pack in the fridge, but I don't need to get carried away.
1 p.m.
Have I already finished that second beer? I guess another one or two won't hurt. Game just started! Don't wanna lose my buzz and get that shitty headache. Tommy brought a fifth of whiskey. Wonder if he'll pour me a shot?
Five Shots and Four Beers Later
Damn, this chili is awesome! Whoops, spilled some on my shirt. What's that, Terry? Yeah, I know, I know, eat it, don't wear it, and fuck you too! Haha. No, I'm fine. Just had a few beers and a couple shots. I'll be fine...
Tommy's Fifth is Empty
Damn, I nodded off! Game's over? Who won? We lost? Aw, fucking Colts, man, can't get their shit together. Hm... Chili's not sittin right... Be right back, guys... Gotta use the shitter...
Some Indefinable Time in the Future
What light through yonder window breaks? Oh, but the sun makes my eyes and head ache! Lo! But it seems I didn't quite make it to the toilet and have lain untended in a puddle of my own puke! Is it still Sunday afternoon, or Monday morning? Or Shakespearean England?
Tommy? Terry? Ah, dammit, assholes just left me here!
Better clean this up...
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