Drunk dragons like to do feats of strength to prove their virility, including but not limited to:
a) punching perfectly lovely human beings in the ear and neck;
b) attempting the yoga frog stance to go into a full-fledged head stand, only to land into a back bend, and on a second attempt, strain the neck & spine;
c) attempt to teach friends tai chi when said dragon is too drunk to perform these functions themselves;
d) run around the block;
e) pass out spooning with a pretty girl;
f) wake up sore and ashamed.
Recovery from said sport, for Dragons, includes much needed coffee, water, and heavy foods to saturate the morning alcohol burn. Friendly conversation and later forced social-isolation helps incline one dragon away from more alcohol induced embarrassments.
Now, Dragons watch Jonathan Rhys Meyers pretend to be Henry the 8th and get laid. A lot. It's a good thing he's sorta pretty. Something has to make up for his performance. I mean, aside from all of the fabulous outfits.
BSU football lands Thursday. Go former students! (...and all of their teammates of course...)
Atlanta is a beautiful, hazy thing in the distance. With fried foods and collard greens and cornbread. Dragon sustenance.
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