Sorry guys.
I got some fucking amazing news yesterday, work-related stuff but seriously awesome, so I did what any self-respecting man (or person) does when they get good news, I went out and got shizit-faced with all my buddies.
As a result all I got for you today is this sorry, whisky-soaked post that smells like old socks and reads like a hastily scrawled message on a bathroom wall:
Metallica rocks.
Metallica sucks.
You suck.
Fuck you.
But here’s a great picture I found on the internet awhile back of a tree-house made from toothpicks in a broccoli tree.
This is my happy place. It’s where my mind goes to on days like today, when I’m too hungover to function coherently.
Enjoy.
-ST
