#136. Ever since my lemur died

Goddammitbeavis, I shouldn't drink on a school night. I'm not exactly hungover, but it feels like a small furry lemur has crawled in my mouth and died and someone (some BASTARD) has wrapped me up in a shagpile that's just ever so itchy.

One of the disadvantages of living in town is that you can leave the pub anytime, which is actually a bad thing. I mean, the last bus is a good safety mechanism for making you go home before you have the chance to get pissed.

All this because we never actually started filming because a little puss is coming out the big man's ear.

Feh.