After a very late night of Baby Ketten Karaoke and ill advised tequila shots I feel like shit on a cracker. Is that a term? Well, it is now. My point is, it is impossible to explain how awful I feel with words. Thank goodness there is this tumblr to paint you a picture of what is going on inside my booze poisoned brain pan. I apologize in advance for your nightmares.
Yes, many more here.