“Isn’t it weird eating fast food sober? Like, I’ll eat it and I’ll be like, “Oh that’s good.” But when you’re blacked out at like 5 in the morning, it’s like “What is this?! What five star resturaunt are we at? What chef works here?! ARE WE IN NARNIA? What magic treat has entered my hand? Where is our wardrobe?!”

…I wish we’d hit McD’s before we went home last night and my entire life fell apart and my bathroom mysteriously generated a layer of puke 😦