Don't you just hate it when you get so wasted that the next morning you can't remember half of what happened? Actually I don't mind it, it's fun trying to piece together what happened from the few memory cells the alcohol didn't wipe out and various friends' recounts. Last week in town I wasn't even planning on a really big night but one minute I was fairly sobre and singing karaoke and then the next I was can you tell me how to get to sesame street. Apparently we ended up in McDonalds, and apparently I ordered something, and apparently it sat there being not eaten while I lay semi-conscious on the floor. I do remember telling the taxi driver to stop and let me out to chunder but other than that the last quarter of the night is a complete mystery.
Anyway, so does this happen to you often where you can't remember things such as getting home after a night of drinking, and also if you were on a spaceship and crash landed on an uninhibited planet inhibited by animals that wanted to chase and attack and eat and oppress you, what would those animals be and why and more importantly would they have lasers?
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