You know those hangovers where you’re so desperate for the suffering to stop you beg Jesus to stop what he’s doing?
he shoulda gave you a puff of a joint rather than rubbing your neck
All of them are the worst ever.
This is your most Catholic work.
Nobody mentions the racing heart and thoughts after heavy drinking. Shit gets me paranoid as fuck as if I done something wrong and cops are on my ass
I also start worrying friends are mad at me. I’ll text someone going, “Did you think I was saying you were fat when I made that dumpling joke?” and they’re like, “What?”
See you in Hell…
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