I Would Rather Be Dead Than Severely Hungover

Big draft this week as we're all kind of hungover from the holidays and just generally fucking around the last week+. Same shit happens every year. You do Christmas then sit around and eat and drink like a fatso then get absolutely rocked on the 31st then sleep it off on Jan 1 and then shortly thereafter you're back at work. In that time period you've had 6 pizzas, 4 bold Chinese delivery orders, a random Papa Johns and of course your fair share that one greek place down the street that slices the gyro meat extra thin for you. And that's before I even get into the booze and the seltzers and mimosas and whatever. Point is you're living good that time of year with a capital L-I-V-I-N-G. 

Then this week shows up and everyone's dragging ass from here to Shanghei all while cramming a new diet and new exercise routine in. Set yourself up for that big 2022. This is the year you get to the next level of life. 

Why we do this to ourselves - I have no answers. Only suggestions and the leading one is we hate ourselves on some deep individual level. In the process we're creating this horrid emotional state mixed with a physical presence that can best be described as The Living Dead. I am never a bigger piece of shit than I am on January 2nd. If you're even remotely with me then we can be best friends. 

This week fucking blows. I can only speak for myself but literally nobody wants to be outside their own home right now. Only psychopaths and armed felons. Everybody else wants to just hang out on the couch and ease into the New Year. Tough shit. 

All this brings me to this week's draft. Again: this week fucking blows and I want to be even more clear that we're here for you. Barstool Chicago in all our imperfect glory. Get ready for 5 rounds of pulse pounding strategy and competition. It's the Hangover Draft Featuring Brianna Chickenfry. Like a good diner skillet, this one has all the bells & whistles that come with a good draft. Only problem is there's no Whitney because I heard a rumor he's ducking me? Get a load of that fuckin pussy. You know where I'm at. 

Anyways, go listen and watch the draft this week. As a hardcore peddler of nostalgia and relatable-adulthood, this one means a lot. And hopefully you've recovered enough to enjoy this one. If not then grab a Mimosa and a steak burrito and settle in. Also subscribe to YouTube or you're dead to me. That's self explanatory