Please, sir, may I have more?

Last night, a little under the weather, I watched an old episode of The West Wing (which I had never seen until last week).

Here's an exchange between two characters that pretty much sums up my January:

She: How did you get like this?

He: People were pouring champagne over each other.

She: And then wrestling in dirt?

He: I can't remember. But it's certainly not out of the question.

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shot by brittany at 3 a.m. after the crunk strip club otherwise known as my b-day party, shared on austin's instagram

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P.S.  Don't let this photo fool you. This is the one second that Austin wasn't winning.

And don't even imagine that this is him trying to get away.