This Drunk Who Passed Out On An Electric Fence Is Going Places

Don’t act like you’ve been there before.  Sure, you might not have been 35-Fosters deep to to the point where 1.21 Gigawatts wouldn’t warrant a reaction, but don’t write off the potency of your finest drunken slumber.  Case in point:  When I pass out, I am OUT.  You can put me in any environment after a hefty booze session and there’s no shot of me waking up for anything short of the Apocalypse.  The bed, floor, backyard, church.  Just leave me be until Mr. Sandman has left the building.  So maybe this mess of a man has more in common with me and you than we thought.  Granted, you’re probably not wearing the Billabong shirt straight off that skater kid’s back in middle school, but that’s just one of many examples why he’s passed the fuck out on the electric fence and we’re not.