We eventually got to sleep around 7am. These crazy fucks came into my room at like 9:15 and woke me up because it was "time to get some eggs." Scott was in good shape until he got a whiff of the extra large plate of bacon I ordered and got really nauseous.
Okay, in fairness to Tim I'm including this picture of his ass-stitches. Earlier in the week, he'd had a cyst removed from his tailbone and he was popping Vicadin prescribed to him for the pain. Vicadin and 15 drinks = Vomit. (by the way, look at those ghetto-ass stitches. It looks like a mis-laced sneaker for fuck's sake. Ew.
Immediately at the conclusion of the service (at 11am) we headed over to the Laughing Lion for drinks and food. Me, Tim Farley and John Christie represent on the Roxbury High School tip.
