A couple days a go a few of us went to have some drinks. We drank beer, Jagger shot, beer, Jagger shot…etc. Needless to say that at the end of the night we were all pretty F’ed up. The drive home was a bitch, I could barely keep my car in my lane…and I had to pee like a race horse.

I got home, somehow managed to back my car into the garage, even with another car already in there. I seriously don’t know how I managed to not scratch the hell out of my car. Then I had to walk(stumble) to my front door, when I got to the grass I tripped and fell on my face. After some cursing I tried getting up, only to fall back down again on my back. At this point i’m in the fukitall mood and decide my lawn is as good as my bed for sleeping.

I don’t know how long I was out, but a friend called to see if I got home safely, and that woke me up. Making it to my front door still seemed like a mission, so Ilayed there a while longer until my neighbor came out and saw me there. Being a concerned neighbor he asked me if I was drunk, I said yes, and he said “Alright then, see you later” and walked away.

And yes, I eventually did go inside to sleep. I still had to work the next morning.