I remember years ago, I was in musical theatre. I had my last rehearsal and a costume fitting the day after a big bender. I couldn't miss it because it was my final fitting, and my stage manager would have ripped me a new asshole if I would have missed it. So I showed up, STILL drunk from the night before, and not only did I have to get fitted, they made me sing and dance. After spending much time recovering from the alcohol poisoning, I decided I wasn't going to get drunk ever again (never have either, I don't drink now aside from maybe, 1 beer a year). That stuff just convinced me I have the right idea.
Here is in memory of my albino kingsnakes and my Ball Python, Osker. They must be turning in their graves
