Don't you just hate it when...

[Sillyman]

you wake up in the morning with a hang glider stapled to your arm? I mean, you don't want to pull it out because those staples fucking hurt, on the other hand you don't want to have to go walking through the house getting stuck in every single door, and then trying to drive to work with the hang glider sticking out the window and lifting the car up. And you have to go to work, becaue what are you going to do? Call the boss and tell him you have a hang glider stapled to your arm? He'll just tell you about the time he came into work with his arm superglued up a buffalo's vagina anyway. Not like it was even that big of a buffalo, the asshole. Man, it just doesn't pay to drink some nights.