Facepalm Sunday
Waking up on Sunday after a wild weekend of drinking and doing stuff you don’t remember, like having sex with a stranger who looked like a raccoon.
I woke up with a raccoon-shaped person next to me. I don’t know who they are.
I have no idea who I slept with, but I remember the hangover.
I woke up with a guy who looked like a raccoon. I didn’t even know my own name.