There\'s a lot you don\'t remember from New Year\'s Eve. You got so drunk that you started crying, saying you were trying to climb into God\'s mouth but you couldn\'t because the chickens were quoting Genesis, Frosty the Snowman was your angry teenage daughter you thought you aborted, and everything smelled like purple.
Showing me your butt was one of the more classy things you did. I\'m not surprised you don\'t remember.