I took a shot of five hour energy about a half an hour ago. Does this shit really last five hours? Will this be five hours of liquid mutated and radioactive crack in a bottle of Through the Looking Glass proportions? If so then WTF. I heard this girl drank this shit and woke up a day later in someone else's (house) with no recollection of the previous day. Sounds like an afternoon.
I did it because I napped for a while hoping to wake up in the middle of this D&D game and be able to say, "AH! My friends are almost done being mouth breathers! Only another four hours until they stop and we go see some midnight Wall-E action!". Lo and behold, they had yet to start. So the five hour energy shot was to entertain me. How do I describe this feeling running through my ears and finger tips? I think Div really put it best: "HO-LEE-SHIT" sounds about right.
In the mean time, I'm power reading through Penny Arcade. I come to this little beauty as I hear my idiot boyfriend and my awesome yet idiotic game friends play their stupid number based combat--and I'm interrupted by being questioned about my lasagna. Did I somehow obtain lasagna? WHEN DID I GET LASAGNA?!
son of a bitch.

anyway, the point of this blog is to bring attention to this strip...





I would be Gabe if it weren't for the fact that I CAN'T FEEL MY WRISTS AND BY THEREFORE HAVE NO MEANS OF DRIVING AWAY FROM THIS WRETCHED PLACE.