Rise and Shine

Last Labour Day weekend, my friends and I went camping up north. On the second day of the trip, I cracked open my first Busch Tall Boy as I wanted to get over with the hangover from the previous night's 18 beers. Towards the end of my second tall boy, I began to feel right as rain. Next, we went canoeing and fishing. The whole afternoon, I spent in a cozy beer haze, fishing and playing in a kayak we rented. All this time, I was drinking one beer after the other. It was my best beer buzz of the year. Of course the universal problem of drinking came where all good things HAVE to come to an end. At supper I did not feel like eating as I was perfectly content with the calories from the 15 or so beers I had consumed. I knew I had to eat or I would get sick. The food got in the way of the booze and I began to feel dull-headed and tired. I compromised, by drinking faster after supper, but the GOOD part of the beer buzz was over. I got all stupefied and stumbled everywhere. Finally, my friends put me to sleep in my tent, preparing me for the painful hangover drive home the next day. Just as I dreaded, the next day came and I heard my friend Dave rising. I could not contemplate the PAIN I was about to face. My kidneys were beginning to burn, my stomach was turned over and my head began to throb. Next, I heard Dave giggle and zip the tent up rather quickly. One whiff with my nose and I jumped up with a roar as I SMELLED and TASTED the BEER FART. I scrambled for the door, almost ripping it open. I stumbled out side gasping for AIR. "See. I told you I would find a way to wake him up." exclaimed Dave. He had transformed my tent into a DEATH CHAMBER. That's how my day of PAIN started.

Signed Shnottle

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