From the submitter:
My friend Jen celebrated a little too hard after USA advanced to the next round in of the World Cup. She also later described it as "like a barbershop quartet of Yoko Onos is shrieking in my head while Sweetums from the Muppets clog dances."
St. Paddy's day has come and gone, and if social media outlets are any indication; the notorious booze-soaked holiday left many 'a fragile, bleary-eyed violently hungover sweet summer child in its wake. As you prepare yourself to do absolutely nothing with a hearty side of greasy grub, Netflix, and active self-loathing; maybe take comfort in the fact that others out there are struggling even worse than your tired, beaten down soul.
