When I wake up swearing I must have smoked a shit load of weed last night, and finished a decent amount of beer, what to even do tonight, and I wonder what the fuck my friends are up to. And I realize I got a shit load of weed, and beer, and I'm just about to text my friends. You can explain that shit. That's life, mother fucker.
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
- Hunter S Thompson