The worst thing happened. I went out with my buddies. Fine. Great. We go out all the time. However, this time it was for a bachelor party. My friend Dumb-fry (his last name is Dumfries, naturally we had to give him a nickname) finally found some chick who could tolerate his addiction to Star Trek The Next Generation and the Indianapolis Colts. He proposed. She said yes. Now it’s ten months later and Dumb-fry is about to tie the knot. Cut to last night. There was beer. There was a celebrity. There was champagne. There were strippers. And then there was me waking up this morning with a bucket of yuck in my bed. Damn you beer goggles!
