The Plan

Today blew a dirty, damp monkey's butt. I am ready to go home, catch a glimpse of Viggo's shinny, flopping member in Eastern Promises and drink five or six K ciders (6.9% alcohol-available at Publix-yeah boi).
Hopefully I get smashed, stumble over to The Bar and take 50 shots of whatever is cheapest, then yell and flirt with whoever will talk to me, then crawl home.