Episode- Oktøberfest

Groan... Where Am I?

Oh yeah.... SNIFFF... ouch! My head! Don't talk so loud, willya!?!? Wait-- there's nobody here. It must be the voice in my head telling me what an idiot I am for drinking so much at Oktoberfest last night.

Wait. HEY, is this calendar right? How long have I been passed out? If that's the right date up there then I've been unconscious for, like, 80 days... can that be right?

Oh, Pete left a note.  Lemme open it... ahem. It reads:

                      "I just woke up. We've been unconscious for 80 days. 

                        No more Alpine Lager for me. 

                        By the way, we videotaped the whole thing. 

                        Edit it. 

                        Advil is in the laundry hamper.

                        Pete."

So whatever I did back on Oktøber 10, you can watch it. There might have been dancing. I remember a wall of cups. 

Oboy, I just realized something. I can do this all over again on Wednesday---  that's New Year's Eve! And if the same properties apply, I'll come out of my stupor in 80 days... just in time for my BIRTHDAY. Lather, rinse, repeat and it's July 4th. One more time and we're back to Oktøberfest. 

I think I just figured out how to get through this Recession depression!

Skaøl!

Happy Holidays to all, and may you break all your New Year's resolutions!