If I called in sick to go to a ball game, guzzled $150 worth of ballpark beer directly outside of a luxury box that was playing Kendra's porn and then found a nice ladypal to make sexy time with me as I was eating corn on the cob and reading printouts of PerezHilton.com with my white shorts were around my ankles, finished the job -- exploded -- and ended the day with some Dippin' Dots while taking a dip...
Eh, I barely had the energy to get out of bed this morning.