Are you tired of waking up from a night out and having to explain to your family why you have no memory of the past 24 hours? Do you find yourself wondering if the last thing you did was that one time you tried to cook ramen noodles in a toaster? Welcome to the Coma Club, where the punchline is always a groin and the only thing more painful than the hangover is the existential dread of facing your own mediocrity.
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