Mike decided our town needs a new delivery company. The usual array of pizza and cheesesteaks just don’t cut it. We started working on the commercial:
Hangover Express Employee: (whispering) Hangover Express, how can we help you?
Hungover Dude: I’d like to order a dozen donuts, a cheesesteak, fries and a dozen crabs.
Hangover Express Employee: Certainly sir, anything else?
Hungover Dude: 2 bottles of pepto. And my ID. I left it somewhere.
Hangover Express Employee: Certainly! You get a side with that, sir. Do you want asprin, Aleve, or a six pack of airplane vodkas?
Hungover Dude: Vodkas, please.
Hangover Express Employee: Of course. Where should we deliver this?
Hungover Dude: I don’t know. There’s a girl. And some cats.
Hangover Express Employee: We have you on GPS. We’ll be there in 10 minutes!
Hungover Dude: Thank you Hangover Express!
(sound of vomiting)