It's a good thing that I don't drink. I cannot even think the word "hangover" and listen to the high pitched yammering that begins precisely at 7:23am every morning. It goes and goes until we hit a snag at 7:32am and at least one of the Chaos girls will be screaming "miiiiiiiiine!"
Oh, my head. Somebody please just shoot me in the head.
15 minutes toward better race relations. Enjoy.