Sunday Night Sign-Off: Operator Operator, Dial Her Back

Yesterday I went to karaoke (and killed it duh), but in my not-quite sober stupor, I thought it was a good idea to use the complimentary mouthwash provided in the bathroom. I mean it tasted fine to me, but it hit me this morning how weird it was to pour out mouthwash from one of those big bottles in an establishment that isn’t a hotel or a dentist office. Feeling very slanty mouth about the whole ordeal.

Happy Sunday, y’all.