It's not appropriate for someone my age to pound Irish Car Bombs with 22 year olds. But last night I did anyway. 3 times. And then I taught those young fuckers how to drink like a man - Jameson on the rocks (although I would have prefered it without the ice and with a nice cigar).
Note to self: next time you crash at someone's house after a night of partying, make sure you find out ahead of time whether or not they are a crazy-ass morning person. Waking up at 6 AM with a hangover and then driving home is a shitty way to start the day.
