Jello shots were made by Satan and last night I was possesed.

Hunglish rocks even if he did try to kill me last night. It's 1:30, I missed my girls lunch date and still am a bit on the woozy side of life. About an hour ago I thought I heard Death knock-knock-knocking on my door when I sneezed.
Hunglish is so sweet he tried not to charge The Mister for trying to kill me. How precious! Of course, I take full responsibility for actually drinking everything within reach; I also take responsibility for the ridiculous things I may or may not have said. You should know, though, I probably don't remember those words and maybe everybody else should forget right along with me.

Excuse me, I have to go rinse out my liver.