My beloved dog spent much of the night vomiting yellowish white foam until eventually outing about two pints of thick, brown, vile-smelling dog sickness. As a result, I have not the energy or demeanor for dealing with you idiots.

Because I am great, however, I will give you this and wonder to you how much one needs to drink in order to need a liver transplant at ten-months-old, and from your trashy grandmother, no less.


Liver recipient Alondra Martinez, left, and donor grandmother, center. Inset right, Martinez in detail, clearly very drunk.

Analogcabin @ 2:44 PM
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