The day before and the morning after

Yesterday, you were so toasted that even your flip-flops wanted nothing to do with you:



And today ... well ... you feel like a hungover owl.



"MY BRAIN IS SCREAMING. I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT."


"Man, I can’t ... I can’t deal with this right now."



"Bleh ... Jesus ... I’m like a drumstick made of shame."