Flip Flop Flying

Nothing beats the Super Bowl. Such an enjoyable occasion. And one can get drunk. Very drunk. Go Saints. And then slip slide on the Berlin ice all the way home. And then take a photo of yourself in the bathroom mirror for posterity whilst one listens to the Wonder Stuff. Yep. drunk. Fuck normal life. Fuck everything. Being drunk is good good good. I fucking hate daylight and sobriety. I bet on the game and won 35 euros. And spent it on Jaegermeister. Gulp. 5-ish in the morning. This is the end of the blog post I may well regret in the morning.