You wake up the day after Memorial Day at noon, it's Tuesday. You already called off on the voicemail at work at 5:00am. Hell, you got the sick days coming. You go out to survey the damage from the party the night before. You open the red cooler; and inside is four Miller Lites, a bit of ice left, and a package of raw hotdogs. Hmmm. You go to the blue cooler. Inside are nine Yuenglings, a half bottle of Thunderbird (Who the hell brought that?)!, and, a soaking wet bag of kush. 'Well shit' you say, and fire up the grill for the hotdogs and gear up to get fucked up again. And, Jesus fuck do I have to take a shit!
This is your Tuesday soundtrack. To remember and forget. Happy Memorial Day After.