Hangovers are death. Alcohol is the devil. The morning after True American, the electrician came over to fix our dish disposal and discovered us sprawled on the futon, Erika still wearing a tiara, with the living room literally covered in Rainier cans.
Our hangover cures, perfected through practice:
•Close the blinds
•Blanket piles on the couch
**Do not speak to anyone outside the apartment**