Head Too Cloudy to Think of Anything Clever

My friends and I went out last night and, needless to say, debauchery ensued. Brant House is the spot in T.O. for $3 drinks so it's all their fault, really.

The pounding in my noggin is relentless. I tried sleeping off the inevitable hangover but my growling G.I. tract forced me to immediately cram greasy foods down my throat. Nap time will be a requirement today, natch.

I'm certainly old enough to know better...but it's still fun anyway.

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