I've got one of those hangovers right now where it feels like there's a tiny evil man in my head, tugging the backs of my eyes and punching his foot through the base of my skull.
Stop it with the occipital kickery. Bad imaginary little man. Bad.
Bad PBR. Bad.
Computer screens burn. Ow.
Shady Boyfriend of Ammo, are you listening? You're making me all kinds of piratey and mad. If you didn't act like a dicknose and make Ammo all angry, I would not be this fucking hungover right now.
And because of your mistakes, I no longer have a movie buddy. Didn't think about that, didja? Your friendship with me should be in the top three most important things in your life, right after (1) Ammo and (2) Die Hard. In moments of extreme stupidity you should always think about how your actions effect me.
Because now? I'm not going to see Star Trek with you anymore. OR GI Joe: The Rise of the Cobra.
Booyah. Fucking pwnage.
So there, Shady Boyfriend. Make it up to her good.