Drunkslexia made me read it: "Hog yurt with booze and pain killers"
Haven't you ever wanted to be inside a Mongolian hog yurt hopped up on bacon and pain killers? It's like a sort of vision quest as the Mongolians and their Tuvan brothern generally lack such time killing devices as televisions and the internet. Morphine infused bacon, however, seems to be plentiful.
I believe Palinka spent several months living in a hog yurt, subsisting off nothing more than the local Ghengis brand morphine bacon and a certain type of booze fermented from hog yoghurt. Very hardcore anthropological shit. We eventually found him out on the steppe clothed in bacon and speaking gibberish, evidence perhaps that he may have immersed himself a bit too deeply into his studies.
Or some form of fried potatoes and eggs with loads of Franks red hot.
Yes to fried potatoes and eggs with hot sauce. I get nervous when we run low on eggs or out of potatoes. I never know when I might need a hangover breakfast so it's best to be stocked with potatoes and eggs.
Amateur demolition derby on the carpeting afterward
It might even just be the eggs and hot sauce. They may have genuine healing powers. There is also an extremely strong possibility that I am a full blooded retard.
This morning as we stopped at a diner heading home from the triple B event I was woefully hungover. they had this little delight. a Crabcake Benedict. Bacchus bless Maryland. So facking good.
Now you're ready for some anti-dry-otics!-BeerMakesMeSmarter
If worms had daggers, birds wouldn't fuck with them-Todd Snider