I'm shitfaced and not afraid to admit it.
And I'm not just drunk. I'm so drunk that my feet are tingling. So drunk that my lips are numb.
I stopped at Whataburger for breakfast. For those of you that don't have Whataburger, you're worthless! Living without Whataburger is worse than living without Jack in the Box. And living without Wienerschnitzel is actually worse than living without Whataburger.
I'm so drunk that while drinking out of the milk carton (fuck you, I'm single) I almost fell over when the room started spinning.
Now, I'm going to bed while Augen licks the remaining cheese out of his fur that fell while I was eating my breakfast burrito.
