You ever get so shitwasted on Jack Daniels that you wake up at the Bedford L stop boiled, missing an arm, with a red balloon tied to your ass? The only way to deal with it is to just kind of lie there while some white hippie shotguns you rips through a didgeridoo.
[ED – There will be a real post about this soon, with further details, just getting this up to satisfy the fiends on the Riot Style Twitter.]