I didn’t wanna have to be the one to tell you this, but not all post-drinking dreams involve ripping Ryan Gosling’s clothes off and banging him like an animal in a Caesar’s Palace bathroom (Caesar’s Palace is probably the fanciest place I’ve ever been thrown out of).In fact, some hangovers, even those following a binge on good ol’ Jack Daniels, are even more mindf*cking because of flippin’ nightmares the night prior.
So, as little as I usually give a f*ck about other people, I actually felt something for Misery Bear in this week’s Comediva Pick of the Week. See, I was pumped about Zombie Week because I love the thought of weak kids and a**holes getting mauled by once-weak kids and a**holes. The Zombie Apocalypse is the universe’s way of giving people their just desserts. And foots up their a**es.
But, Misery Bear, I actually felt something kind of weird and warm and fuzzy in my heart while I watched you cope with your JD Night Terror, and this time it wasn’t heartburn from those God-awful bar nachos.
