Tomorrow morning when everybody is sitting at brunch and exchanging war stories about tonight, be thankful you’re not the guy saying, “Oh yea I was walking down the street then passed out and shit myself on international television. Yeah it sucked, I think it might have even gone up on the Stool. Oh well, YOLO.”
PS – I have no idea how this happens. No exaggeration, I think I could walk for the rest of my life. Like never stopping. One of my greatest claims to fame is that I’ve never once gotten tired walking my dogs.