I'm off on the greasy breakfast-run. Who's okay, and who's way too hungover to appreciate the beauty of a fried egg dripping oil and grease and yolk all over the place, and bacon swimming in its own delicious fat...?
DON'T YOU WISH YOU HAD MY METABOLISM???
HUGS FOR ALL, when your heads don't feel like they're stuffed full of dynamite and pigshit. :D THANK YOU FOR MY PARTY!
*runs off down the hall singing Don't Get Me Wrong loudly*