Me: a bag of cool ranch doritos, a six pack of those donuts with the coconut flakes, and a pint of ice cold 2% milk.
Nothing tastes like joy-turning-to-deep-regret like cool ranch coconut donut milk sloshing around in your belly with about 5 or 6 Jamesons and one plastic cupful of PBR.
THIS kind of post-gig binging is why reunion bands are almost always really fucking fat. They spent their youths drinking, playing and binging inside 7-11s.
And you? Go...
Monday, August 18, 2008
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oh good god, I read that over breakfast :P
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