Morning After Pill.

Marty and I got to hang out last night. We went out for "one drink," which became an epic saga spanning three bars, a Taco Bell, an angry girlfriend, a drunken text message, and ultimately a couch.

A lot of things happened last night. Among them, I saw a cool tattoo. Here it is. Going back to couch.

It's the Reservoir Dogs poster silhouette. I instantly recognized it and thought it was cool.

gooch:out.

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