I don't think I mentioned anything about Saturday night, but it was pretty much one big mess that was inevitable from the moment me and Fry decided we'd start drinking vodka at 5pm.
I'd mostly forgotten about it (I'm sure the majority of brain cells involved were promptly annihilated by Absolut), until I got this instant message from Duffman the other day:
"Dude, what the hell did you do to my wife?"
I assume he's referring to her rushing home at 11pm to vomit for over an hour, but I take no responsibility.
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