Mary Gauthier - I Drink

Remember that time on X-mas eve where you went to the bar and got so blasted that you came home and threw a t.v. dinner in the oven and then blacked out? of course you don't, you do remember coming to some six hours later, fully clothed on your bed and that little bell going off and you running to the kitchen of your shitty little apt., the kitchen with the hole in the ceiling and praising the scientists of the world for making t.v. dinners that didn't ignite in flames when left in the oven at 400 degrees for six hours or so, you do remember how whatever it was you were gonna eat  was now just a blackened hockey puck and you turned off the oven and looked in the fridge to discover that that was your last t.v. dinner, took a deep breath cuz even in your hazy state you knew you dodged another bullet and that the building could have been a smoky rubble and you just a drunk skeleton at the bottom, you remember you swore off appliances after that and cracked one of your roommates PBR's and sat down next to a full ashtray and wished no one in particular "happy x-mas" and finished the beer and then went and crawled back into bed fully clothed...