So my Best Man is finally in town, and he hits me up. I've been chillin' and drinkin'. One of our friend's owns a brewery down here. So he says meet him, aight, got to finish my 22. So, bomb on down, have a couple pints of double IPA. Whilst taking a piss, my wife calls. Go to answer, phone goes straight into the toilet. FUCK!!!!! I wasn't done pissin'. So, there is my MOGUL, swimming the yellow sea of drunkeness. Now what? Pull that soggy sucker out, rinse it in the sink. Get home, turn on the oven to 170. After 5 minutes in the oven, and airing out all night, that piece of pissy shit still works!! So I was totally pissed off, went out and got even more hammered. Triple Bombay on the rocks, a 750ml of beer or two. I was more ticked about having to reach into the john full of piss than dunking the pda....
I'll save a few of the drunken boobie stories for later.