[Savage Haggis]

...there isn't enough water in all the oceans in all of the world to rehydrate me in any way what so ever...

ugh...

Oh, Jagermeister...
Oh, Captain Morgan (White & Black)...
Oh, Bacardi (White & Black)...
& you other heathen beverages that have left me a shattered husk, a wretching, dry heaving, convulsing shell of a former human being...

What hath thou wrought upon me!?

Why am I plagued by these demons constantly at war within my head!?

Why does my mouth feel as though I have eaten several bowls of finely sifted sand, as well as several pairs of filthy wool socks, & a bag of kitty litter...?

Why does my stomach sound like a pack of wild dogs fighting over the last baby kitten?



But more importantly, when can we go out & do it again!?

Hoo-Wah!

That was a party!