To lose control of yourself by way of drinking an exorbitant amount of alcohol, shot after shot perhaps one may say. In such loss of control, one wakes up not remembering what just took place the last 6 hours of their life, startled in the back of a random empty Chrysler 300, with Canadian money in their pocket.
After a long wedding weekend, a man named Brett stumbled home walking to the other side of the dirty Black River. This was after pacing 100 yds back and forth 6 or 7 different times, and finally choosing the right direction to start walking in. All the while praising God his bum did not feel violated. Brett may have traveled to Canada, we or he will never know, but at least he got home in one piece. Ex: Brett was Canadian Money'd last night. Or; You're so Canadian Money right now you don't even know it. Or; I was so Canadian Money'd. Also; I was rich with Canadian Money last night.
di The Cottage Life 24 agosto 2009