A guy said he was going home to drink and watch the STFUOTU.
I said to get drunk enough to watch I’d have had to start drinking heavily and with considerable abandon no later than noon... yesterday.
I guess I’m just gettin’ too old for it. Two glasses of White Zinfandel and I wouldn’t care if the TV was even on, so long as I did not have to open my eyes to little barry bastard boy in my living room, lying.