Last night was the night before Thanksgiving, and that’s the most popular night to go out to a bar of the entire year. Needless to say, I went to the bar last night. And even more needlessly to say, I got a little buzzed. And by getting buzzed, I mean I got pretty drunk. I know because I couldn’t find my toothbrush when I woke up. It’s normally next to my tube of toothpaste in a cup by the side of the bathroom sink. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t in the medicine cabinet. It wasn’t in a random drawer. I was about to accuse my roommate of using it, losing it, or doing something unusual with it, when I decided to look for it some where else other than in the bathroom. I found it in my room, next to my computer. I can only assume that my drunk ass brushed my teeth while watching Netflix and decided to pass out in bed instead of putting it away. Leaving your toothbrush in a weird spot the night before means a frantic search the next morning. It’s not an ideal start to the day.
Critically Rated at 6/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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