I swear when I drink enough, I go inter-dimensional.
Too bad I have no memory of it, only friends that say I was there one second... and gone the next.
I'll try again to meet up with him this weekend, send ya a post card.
Or his head.
Had to vote no. I'm sure by now we would have found that sneaky SOB. If it did exist, it would only take a couple hound dogs, a couple cases of beer, and he'd be hanging over my fireplace before the hangover sets in.