Sometimes even Ira parties too much and the next morning can be hell.
IRA: Ow, mee! Me meo’w meew meow. (Oh, man! I don’t feel good.)
Jason: Urgh, what?
IRA: Me meeo meow smeow, meow-ow eow meow mee! (I feel like shit, wake-up and feed me!)
Jason: Dude go back to sleep!
IRA: Me meo’w! (I can’t!)
Jason: Alright, fine. Oh man my head hurts!
IRA: Meow mee meeow. (Tell me about.)
Jason: Here, eat-up!
IRA: Meeeows, mee! (Thanks, man!)
[chew-chew, chomp-chomp]
Jason: I gotta get ready for work.
IRA: OW! (OK!)
[chew-chew, chomp-chomp]
Jason: I’m not drinking anymore, I’m done with it. Never again.
[chew-chew, chomp-chomp]
Jason: I always drink too much and regret it the next morning.
IRA: Urgh! Meow eow meow meow eow eo’w meo meeoowng meo eow. (Urgh! That was good food but it’s not settling too well.)
Jason: I’m on a liver recovery, no more drinking.
IRA: Ow meo! (Oh no!)
Jason: Yup, no more drinking.
IRA: Smeow! (Shit!)
Jason: I’m going to work and coming home and sleeping right afterwards.
IRA: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALPH!
Jason: Dude, are you puking?
IRA: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPLH!
Jason: Fuck this!
IRA: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALPH!
Jason: Dude, not on the rug. Stop moving, keep the puke in one place. This is disgusting!
IRA: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALPH!
Jason: Now I’m going to puke. Did you eat plastic again? You gotta stop do that, you know it fucks you up.
IRA: Urgh, eow ow meows ow meow, meew ow meos mee meow. Me meo’w meow.
(Urgh, but it tastes so good, once it hits my lips. I can’t stop.)
Jason: That’s not right, man!
IRA: Hey now I feel better but now I’m hungry. (Mey eow mee meow meeowr eow mee M’e meeoowy.)
More to come!
