i feel like shitler would qualify for sleep studies

ok.  
so last night all i wanted to do was going to the bar and eat this:

buffalo burger - are you even kidding?

and then i wanted to go home.
but instead we stayed and shitler drank twelve of these:

i had ONE of these:

then we journeyed home.
went to sleep.
and then i was battered.
AGAIN.
this being the second night in a row.  not to mention this has happened before.

on the real.  please read how i was attacked in my sleep here and here.

shitler talks constantly in his sleep.  then he flails.
and on occasion his flailing appendages connect with parts of my body (not in a perverted way you freaks)
sunday night he yelled in his sleep and then popped me square in the eye.
last night i took a shot to the kidney (and don't question me on knowing where my kidney was because i do know where it is.  because i got drunk once and demanded a friend punch me in the kidney so i would know what it felt like).

i'll keep you posted if i start peeing blood.