Ok, I... I just need a moment...

For the past week I've been solely surviving off of Jameson, stripper sweat and a randomly found bag of Haribo gummy bears. My doctor informed me it's literally a scientific anomaly that I'm still breathing. I feel like I should call my mom so I can tell her I love her.

I remember about 60% of what happened at Shot Show 2015, and even then I can't tell if half of those memories are exhaustion induced hallucinations. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas gets captured on Instagram. I shouldn't have to say it, but NSFW.