where's the "day-after" update on the drunk roomie thread from yesterday?
He's still sleeping.
He woke up in bed with the recliner he almost faught and realized what he had done. It was one of those " bite your arm off to get away " moments but the recliner woke up and after a few minutes of awkward silence they exchanged numbers, he promised to call , and that's the last his roomie has seen of him.
Well, as long as he didn't end up banging a Jamaican hooker, cutting down a tree, peeing all over his girlfriend/random girls/a variety of women, projectile vomiting everywhere, waking up next to 94, or at Ricks, I think he can count himself lucky.
I'll bet he woke up feeling like a box of smashed A$$holes.
hugging the porcelian God.
Having a pine cone removed.