I'm Seeing Double--4 Krustys!

I've woken up so exhausted the past couple of days, like I didn't sleep at all. I saw a TV show once where something like this happened, and it turned out the guy was getting kidnapped by some lizard men who cut off his arms and reattached them as he slept. I don't think that's what's happening here though.

CJs last night. So good. I'm still full. Lethargic. Every time I go there, I think of the two big fat dudes who once sat down and powered through two golden domers each. That's a $17 burger, fella. No human should be able to eat $34 worth of hamburger in one sitting--it's time to start thinking about where you might've taken a wrong turn in your life.

I watched part of Love Monkey last night--Tom Cavanagh, you son of a bitch. There were no monkeys, nor any zoo animals at all! Go back to being a lawyer with a heart of gold, jerk.

The crawl is officially on, suckas. Stitch has booked a flight for the weekend of Feb 17th. Berger will coincidentally be in town that weekend (OH GOD, IT HURTS EVERYWHERE) and Shave and Cock (Christine?) are rumored to be making the trip as well, and of course there's the local talent. Nipples? Jism is opting to wait for warmer weather, much to the detriment of my life, but stay tuned for Pub Crawl II: this time, it's sweaty.