Sometimes, a man has to saddle up, get licked on cheap vodka and expensive powder drugs, and then spend the rest of the weekend in bed. Yes, it takes a lot of courage to go to bed at 6am on Saturday and then stay in bed until Sunday--at which point you are permitted, by the rules and regulations of bravery, to crawl to the couch and watch Bringing Down the House twice through (you know what ages really well? Scenes where the characters communicate through Instant Messaging; gripping!). If you have the gusto, make a grilled cheese sandwich, and if you ain't yeller, wash it down with an ice-cold beer (call it a "brewski" if you think you can handle it).
Finally, as the climactic "fuck you, God", to an already very "fuck you"-esque weekend, resolve to grow a bitchin' pony-tail.
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