Thank you sir, may I have another?

So the out with coldcontrol went on much longer than expected.
Sushi was excellent, I didn't get any pictures of the actual sushi,
before we inhaled it, but I did get a picture of the TUNA POKE advert.

I love Osaka, the little tatami mat table rooms are several kinds of awesome,
I could sit there with tea and good company for hours.
The lesbians making out in the Tatami room next to us didn't hurt, either.

Then I got girlnapped again and taken back to their apartment,
where filthykitten and I MST3K'd at project runway until I started losing braincells.
It was actually quite entertaining up until I ran out of jokes and brain cells.

So somehow I thought it was a good idea to kill the rest of them with fire,
I mean alcohol.
Our fearless leader (oh cap'n my cap'n) could not drink,
so I fear we may have annoyed her.

Somewhere along the way I decided it was a GOOD IDEA to claim I could outdrink anyone.
And Cooper decided it was a GOOD IDEA to drunkenly attack the fridge,
and mister Lostboy decided it was GOOD IDEA to keep challenging me to tequila shots.

Did I mention we're awesome?

Then Coop passed out and we bro-raped the hell out of him,
but he doesn't know that yet. (shhhhh)

Eventually, as you can see, I made it home,
but not after waking up on a futon in a strange (i.e. not home) place,
and watching Cooper kill cops.

And just in case anybody asks you?
I hereby retract everything stated in this sentence.

GOOD DAY, SIR!

Restless.

Restless.