if im like Joey, does that mean im Italian?

so we lost.
and i smell like a fucking ukrainian because our game diet consisted of nachos, nachos with cheese, sour cream, artichoke spinach dip, pepperoni, kubi, pickled eggs (ok, this was only in MY diet but whatever), cookies, beer, and more nachos and sausage and pepperoni and beer oh my.

hello night of horrendous indigestion.

at least i scored a free shirt out of it.

and the funny thing is, im still kind of hungry.

ive probly eaten more food in the last six hours than i have in the last six days and im still hungry.

what. the fuck.

either my stomach will burst, or i'll get really fucking bad gas and my roommates will wonder what the fuck died in our house and why they have to suffer through it. and chances are with the kubi and the eggs...well...

let's put it this way. thats not a combo you want in a vehicle with the heater going. no matter how many times you roll the windows down. but if it's a rental, then who the fuck cares.

if im like Joey, does that mean im Italian?