Last night was a doozey. Me and a friend went to our work party and my coworkers gave me a taser as a joke, because I was tased by a bouncer last year. Needless to say, I got blitzed drunk. Turns out, and I don ‘t remember this, we took a cab home and the fare was 70$. Instead of paying the cabbie, I tased the shit out him, and ran out of the cab screaming, “Sorry I’ve got an itchy trigger finger! It ‘s a disorder!” See you in hell?