Fucken hell.
I absolutely DEMOLISHED my liver last night.
After The Basement, I ended up at Purple Sneakers, then The Lansdowne, then the Townie.
When that closed at 4am, a bunch of us went back to my place and kept drinking and partying until 9am.
I almost threw up, but didn't, when I woke up at 3pm to go to work, and had the worst headache ever.
SK was ok. I actually got a bit bored, and honestly enjoyed Matt Tonks a lot better.
Fucken Azaria needs to get off the drugs, and learn how to tune a fucking guitar...
And Craig, WHERE ARE YOU??
