This week's episode of DSI (Drunk Scene Investigation) opens in the Man Cave, where the ashtrayis crammed with hundreds of butts, there is a half-empty bottle of Hennessy and 27 Firefox windows open. A trail of shoes and clothes lead to the living room, where half of a super carnitas burrito lies spurned, covered in a million ants. More clothes lead to the kitchen, where scores of empty bottles dead soldiers, in many varieties, litter the counters. Finally the clothing trail leads to the bedroom, where the sheets and pillows have been torn off th ebed and your humble narrator lies, head in hands, moaning "Pho or death!"
It's like a Beavis and Butthead version of a Family Circus cartoon.