It's about God-damn time

Finally, at 3:15 am, the miserable phalanx of pie-eyed chowder-heads dispersed for points unknown. At one point I heard a great tumult outside and I thought there might be some fisti-cuffs, but unfortunately there wasn't. A drunken brawl would not only be great entertainment, but would also be a living example of Darwin's theory. With any luck the two degenerate toss-pots would have beaten each other into pudding and we'd have two less pea-brained louts wasting valuable oxygen & potentially polluting the gene pool. At any rate I can go to sleep now. So I shall.