woke up in a dumpster behind a ghetto bisexual strip club hangover with a knife on my hand, then i strolled to chik fi-a to get a chicken sandwich, but when i went to take a leak inside the bathroom i heard arguing, when i stepped outside there were tons of FBI agents getting chicken sandwiches, when i went to te register the dude said 'the feds took 'em all' then when i roared in frustration, one of the agents looked at me, and handed me a sandwich he said 'i got plenty, lets share dog' and as i wolfed down on my sandwich i thought 'how come this guy called me a dog!?' sahredgo, share dog, so when i got back to my apartment and kept eating i started drinking again, rum and coke all day with papa johns pizza and i blacked out, when i woke up from the cold as i was passed out on the balcony my mind went to sharedog, so i went and i googled it, and bam!, first result here i am, and i live here